broken windows, crushed pate <br />abandoned tresses staling <br />on sullied deck of rose... <br /> <br />O what pain it bears on the lofty peaks of coldness? <br />What torment it feels in its reverberating loneliness? <br />fluxing icicle cries... cries to shun the rust on each petal <br /> <br />deafening silence mingle, as high noon witness <br />the mounting of summer dust...swathing doors <br />veins coil on cold leaves of your two-faced hatch<br /><br />Catrina Heart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/noon-witness/
