Gone is the glory
Shrouding the room
Keeping alive the
Memory entombed
Captive in stares
Stiffened to defy,
With the lightning
Fusing the fervor
Inside effulgent eyes
Quickening the Lives
Brewed in the brume,
Trickling into icicles
Of what was once new.

04/17/2014

Author's Note: *vocabulary*
brume -n poetic,heavy mist or fog [C19: fr French:fog,fr Latin brūma orig.winter solstice]
effulgent -adj shining forth brilliantly; radiant.
shrouding -vb ( tr )to wrap in a shroud; ( tr )to cover, envelop, or hide
fervor - n great intensity of feeling or belief; ardour; zeal; passion

Posted on 04/17/2014
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