Midnight calls, groping me with sodden fingers
The rain tears black tendrils out of the gravid clouds
And as the embers devour, coruscating on the wind
The lovers reduce to boneblack cinders in the urn
And a shadow on the street stares, languorously agitating
She cries out to the concrete,
To the ruins, the rubble, and the grime
Her words spill and run down the walls in droves into the gutters
She calls out to the night sky,
Teeth shining amid black planes of paint
The lover is brutalized by her beloved innocence
With ink soundlessly staining the golden dome of a wretched cathedral
I'm tied to the steeple of a burning firmament
Hurling panicked distress into a heavenly abyss
She'll fade away like frigid vapor
Like the holy wisp of winter's ghost
I can't forget this architecture, a monument to souls betrayed
I can't forgive this annihilation, an unforgiving antidote