Charred hollow;
barren all but
where ardor
scourged a burned mark,
remainders of the
ashes, singing
screams from Juliet
in the dark
Escaping softly,
out of reach
with a drunken,
chattered tread;
the miles waning in
her stride
lay lonely in her
stead
Here had stood two
cities;
one now sunk
beneath the waves,
the other city,
once pillaged,
was rebuilt on the
graves
At the final,
forlorn harbor,
moss will lead you
off the pier,
submerge and close
your eyes,
then draw a breath,
my dear.
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