by the way I am sorry and you are free to wax poetic in the future

Posted by Prester John Sunday, November 1, 2009 at 8:53 PM

The crimson shawl draped
upon the shoulders of the
grey work-dreary-day city
shall be lifted,
revealing
mystery,
its folds and billowed vellum
fluttering above the seething
nocturne diamonds