It was an architecture for the odd,

As though Hell attacked Heaven consciously.

There on dark bright nights

While worlds of misery sleep,

Lost Peace in abstract speculation falls,

 And exiled Hope in conspicuous woodsheds burns. 

War had a natural ugly face

Heroes with broken necks

In an absurdly curtsey showed their bravery.

I just did a dumfounded nonsense?

The silence roared displeasure.

 Had I believed in Grace? 

All dreams die here:

Wishes and hopes can’t bear.

Here adolescence into seven sins

And desolation break begins.

And feels her centre now

Of volition shifted down;

 With the time in tempest everywhere. 

No adolescence

As long as the magic war

 Charm is still here.