The sand and clay were mixed and new but worn.
when ice and night forswore their souls to light.
An echo screams between the columns scorned,
a lantern glows between them shining white.
Two coat tails whipping 'round the bending aisle,
a tempest growing romance budding new.
Midsummer blinds while smoke and wine beguiled,
unfounded tables found are set for two.
Alas a famous two sit down to note,
their subtle scratchings on a parchment page.
her ghoulish phantom now and then is wrote,
his Triumph lost and gone before its age.
He writes to join them now in modern way,
in hope of clearing clouded mind of grey
