Dazed streets...

Scattered golden glitter,
On dazed streets,
Listen to the black cat purr,
The lapidary on grave stones in the cemetery.

Stone walls,
Stone roads,
Harsh candour,
Divine souls.

Silent mannequins,
A fountain of a days work,
Grey flints,
The lit fire with an indigo smirk.

Leaking ink from the fountain pens of the wise,
Flaccid books,
Their theories we chastise.

The incessant light of the street lamps,
The cachets of the golden chariots,
The eccentric melody of the songs they sang,
The ecstatic souls of the patriots.

Her eyes were dripping worn out black kohl,
The fury of unspoken words,
Her deafening tone,
Her insolent snarl.

Her veil has been cut into little hankies,
In this wicked circle,
The mighty gates of cemeteries,
The night of the majestic serpent...

Picture from the net - ( rybakow.com )