Sky cast steel where feathery rivets tack,
against the wind against the shadow falls.
Where statues hold their breath emotions lack,
harbingers of night when the darkness calls.

Sainted glass of small ambiguous cracks,
and fiery angels turn upon the night.
Where hushed ravens in the gloom mope and vex,
opals of the heavens cast out their light.

Smooth silver caresses their leaves of jade,
where stone pillars stretch out greeting twilight.
Then summer dwells where memories do fade,
drained of colour this time of delicate slight.