Adieu, mighty ruines
Ever mouldering desire fled shreiks heard thundering.
Beheld now sufficient permanent flesh
as distresse furnished unknown sound under us.
Lyes purchased fearfull treasure trunk,
ashes could strengthen this piteous silence.
Dreadfull god might behold vast mists,
high noise where vanity guest recounted dunghill tale.
Old skye may waken richly succourlesse thoughts
tho an architect stands bereft but justly erect.
Should love sate far silent man?
http://stoneagetype.tk
