Flickering shadows of lives gone by br Etched in darkness on stone walls so high br Arches created by carved baroque br Far afield risk eye saw the roan rook br There were then souls, sweet mother, somehow so unknown br Who had flown dimensions above, Confucius say never know br Too soon to go, sow, gone to ruin br Seraphims carry those up in rued tune br Many others exude the same shame br Existing to suffer pseudo famebr br John Schweibr br