And so it stands,
an accolade to some forgotten time,
the haunting chill of thought
from some long gone
black and blue bruised mind.
And still it stands
stubbornly waiting for hell to freeze over
and melt the hoarfrost
the sun cannot touch.
Look close and see the gauze of ghosts
that haunt the blackened ruin.
They slip through windowless windows
seeking rooms they knew
and find only vacant chimney flues
to send the weeping and the whispers
echoing to the sky.
Please tell me what you think
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Hah! I'm just sighing now! This is amazing, my loving auntie! We have just finished our Anatomy exam (one of my finial exams) and I made a good exam and because I was so happy, I just came to your page and found this loving poem! I see talent here which fresh and original! Love you always auntie and pray for you everynight!
~Massy~
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