There is no longer firm belief in divine ways.
There is no faith or hope in these shadow kingdoms.
There is only the flicker of solitary
Candle flamein archaic, abandoned churches.
There is no longer warm surprise in cold steel eyes.
I watch as these autumn leaves are blown by bitter
Winds across black cemetery gates and listen
In vain to the empty prayers of stone angels.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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