TASK

Who would think
That I would
End up
Writing love poems
After all
These years
This moment
When I feel
Most alone
Who would have believed
That I would
Try to conquer
A city in ashes
And try to rebuild it
To take it back from
Something invisible
Such as that
Ironic ghost
That fancies itself
As an angel of light
That has deluded
The most precious
Of intentions
And the most
Important of miracles