Dead. The Winter silence amplified by br Muted objections from the misty ghosts br Which prowled the murky streets like a cheerless br Ariel. Stark murmurs of a twisting br Breeze whistled tunelessly throughout. The cold br Stalked the soggy avenues like Death turned br Frigid, and even the habitu’lly br Glowing flares which smothered the walkways with br Their tiny tongues seemed to shine more pallid br In this filthy quarter of the Old Town. br The moon and ev’ry star were openly br Veiled behind a thick vein of dusty cloud, br And save for the clock tower tolling two- br Fold, the presence of time was neither a br Thing apparent, nor considered. I sat br Alone beside my window, peering out br Shamelessly, across the gulf patterned br Lights which paraded an image of a br Stranded Heaven. br br Perhaps God has let His br Faithful Fravaši show themselves while their br Souls are deep in slumber. br br The dose of shade br Did not quell my humour, and as I br Rested upon the sill of my chamber, br My mind let me once more relish contracts br Which confirmed that I was to be the most br Great and famous of all romantics. A king br Of notorious tragedy and sweet br Misfortune. Romeo. I could not help br But fashion a smile in the darkness, though br My mind was tired, my heart still beat ardent. br br I must meet with Nicholas the morrow, br Faith, grant me the consoling embrace of br Sleep, and in the morning will I transform br So magic’lly that Ovid will feel much br Depleted. Goodnight, by the Grace of God. br br End.