Flickering shadows of lives gone by <br /> Etched in darkness on stone walls so high <br /> Arches created by carved baroque <br /> Far afield risk eye saw the roan rook <br /> There were then souls, sweet mother, somehow so unknown <br /> Who had flown dimensions above, Confucius say never know <br /> Too soon to go, sow, gone to ruin <br /> Seraphims carry those up in rued tune <br /> Many others exude the same shame <br /> Existing to suffer pseudo fame<br /><br />John Schwei<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-souls-found/
