Maggie d'Lowe
*Night of Stone and Shadow* Under the mantle of the waning moon, where the crow cawed my epitaph, rises the cloister of bleeding stone and a prayer of shadows in the empty air. The gargoyles watch over my silent sorrow, with eyes of moss and fangs of frost. The ivy climbs slowly, fervently, over the heart of the marching archway. I ring the bell in the broken tower, and its echo responds with the cry of centuries. A lady of fog, in white mourning, dances her cold vestiges in the stained glass windows. Oh, love buried in crypts of oblivion, your name is written by withered roses. I am the monk without faith, the lost lover, who keeps your blessed tears in his chest. May the night cover me with its black sackcloth, may the wind sing to me your ancient lament. Until dawn, with fingers of lime, erase this dream of marble and time.
About Maggie d'Lowe
*Night of Stone and Shadow* Under the mantle of the waning moon, where the crow cawed my epitaph, rises the cloister of bleeding stone and a prayer of shadows in the empty air. The gargoyles watch over my silent sorrow, with eyes of moss and fangs of frost. The ivy climbs slowly, fervently, over the heart of the marching archway. ...Read more