The spectral glass temple,
Lay withering atop the sorrowful plane,
Amongst the gnarled knotted roots of dying trees,
And tortured stones of a lost age,
Battered senselessly by the callous elements,
The cursed specks of undergrowth begging to ascend the sodden earth below,
And the pale half-moon trickling down the scarred skyline,
Hiding in disgrace behind the cluttered clouds,
And glittering stars crumpled into sullen piles,
Their strange glow seething like a luminescent halo,
Drowning the fertile valley in a graceful cloak of twilight,
Floating like steam through the bitterly cold night air,
My lonesome shadow cast aside hers,
Pensive in the crushing silence,
Deep within the eye of the storm,
Raging tempestuously within –
Poem by Stamos Mardou