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Silent City - Part 2

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Silent City - Part 2

Continued from Part 1

Six steeple towers, steel and stone, drab daggers in the sky! Their hallowed halls no longer call when breezes wander by – for, filled with dread to wake the dead, they've ceased to sough or sigh. No cantillation, belfry bells, monastic chants inspire and Minarets, though standing yet, host neither voice nor crier - abodes and buildings silhouette a muted spectral choir. Coiled candle sticks! Their twisted wicks no longer 'lume the cracks with dying flame in smoky swirl mid pendant pearls of wax, since deference to innocence dissolved in melting tracks. Above! The dismal ditch of dusk reveals a velvet streak, through which the winter’s wicked winds will sometimes weave and sneak, and faraway a cable sways, a bridge clings hushed and bleak. Thin shadows shift, like silver shafts, across a cruel moraine reflecting white a wisp of light in ebon beads of bane which casts a crooked smile across a faceless window pane. Wan neon lights glow through the nights, through darkness sleek as slate, while lanterns (hovered, high above, in silent swinging gait), haunt ballrooms, bars, abandoned now, with no one left to fete. Death's silhouettes show no regrets, 'twixt twilight’s silver shrouds, oblivious she always was to cries in dying crowds – in foggy neap the spirits creep... a clutch of clammy clouds. No breath will come 'cross jagged tongue to sing a silent psalm nor paint pale lips with languid quips to pierce the deathly calm, nor yet redress the emptiness that shifting shades embalm.
Continued in Part 3 MORAINE: gravelly, sandy terrain CANTILLATION: chanting SLATE: 1. to cover, as with slate ; 2. to punish severely GAIT/GATE FETE/FATE CLAMMY:1. cold and damp; 2. (slang/informal) silent, secretive DEADEND/DEAD–END

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  1. Date: 9/2/2013 12:26:00 AM
    You are too good!

  1. Date: 12/8/2012 6:56:00 AM
    Terry. Your talent lures me into places I shudder to go, some perhaps unintended like Dachau. I must go on to your gothic tale. love, Kathy

  1. Date: 12/1/2012 8:07:00 AM
    yes going to 3, so intriguing and such a classic to read...

  1. Date: 11/28/2012 10:16:00 PM
    Wow, apocalyptic poem here. Excellent write. Your poems are always so masterfully written. I never tire of these poems.

  1. Date: 11/27/2012 6:38:00 PM
    Masterfully done, and it's not yet finished! You amaze me, Terry.

  1. Date: 11/27/2012 3:20:00 PM
    I really like this series, off to read number three.

  1. Date: 11/27/2012 12:41:00 PM
    I'm with Elizabeth...Just can't get enough! :o)

  1. Date: 11/26/2012 4:25:00 AM
    The build up is wonderful but I'm saving # 3 till next time and then will read all of them. Such wierd phrasing that speaks to me and excites my imagination. Just can't get enough!