As I slip through
A crevice in the outer
Wall, I stare ahead into
The eyes of a silent angel,
Her broken wings
As cold and unforgiving
As the stone of the dried
And cracked, though once
Beautifully mosaicked,
Fountain at her feet.
It chills me to see such
Horrendous disrepair,
And yet, I feel hopeful
For the future.