heads turned from the dead, black swan
that floats upturned in a small pool in the hollow.
There emerges from this pool a faint,sensual mist,that traces
its way upwards to caress the feet of the headless martyr's statue
whose only achievement was to die too soon,and who couldn't wait to loose.
The cataract of darkness forms fully,the long black night begins,
yet still by the lake a young girl waits.
Unseeing she believes herself unseen,
she smiles faintly at the distant tolling bell,
and the still falling rain."