The Dawn of Marian

The lady in the black,
Blowing from snow and cold
Ruffle down the road,
Past beneath the lane.
           The snow flake mountains,
           Now covered all red and green.
           Red cries of deaf ear in vain,
           The light from Apostle singing pain.
The highest peak of silver and blue,
The Crimson pillow that blew it through.
Abiding the North face dews,
Mesmerizing it's silver lane.
          The colours that touch and whispers,
          The sound of bells and foster homes,
          Come glazing pains of pavement lane
          To all that the lady in black lives.
                             By-:  Upash Ups Rung