Circle

Specter howl and haunted lantern eyes 

born celestial and traversing without form.

In muted color, tempestuous elegance,

ponders the woe sheltered by storms.

 

A limbo besides the dusty windowsill.

 

Crown my fortress with fiery battlements

windswept from the skirmish of being.

Blinded by the manifest of plague and undertow,

waves crash as conscience is fleeing.

 

Modesty writes by stylus and quill. 

 

Twilight clings to streaks scratching the sky,

a hint of grace shatters on my table.

Ambling through the forgotten dawns,

delirium peers in ermine and sable.