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