The ghostly town unfolds in air
harmonic drapes - his soul's bestow;
aright reveals the bird's despair
the cold winds blow upon the crow.
The mind ascribes to open sails
inside the mists, upon the waves,
on broken strings the mode avails,
the emptiness of skyward graves.
The ghostly town records crow's wrong
and then invents dimensions yon,
beyond birds' step the feasts belong
stars' open Halls invite and conn.
Denounced immures - upon the slopes
distrait his hope - ascends effused
disporting fate Atropos gropes,
emending those who reigns refused.
The ghostly town torn scopes imbues
inside the air will play and glow,
with colored lights and hearths' red hues,
those dreams that cling in falling snow.
And how beyond the lone bird flies
stars are beclouded from the slopes
symbolic largess rains from skies,
and laughs the crow at his own scopes.
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