Many-faced madman made of stone:
the rain tears at you tonight.
But the chalk girl you once loved
from your grotesque height
has washed away, has been reborn
as a woman you will never know
with prayers you never did hear
whose echoes dissipated years ago.

She will admit that her own ghost
comes to taunt her when the sky
is filled with those red night clouds
you both had been so taken by.
But she left the sidewalk drenched
with rain for a chance to walk upright
and left you perched upon your spire,
an ancient relic of her forgotten fright.

--for JKT