Miss Rust 
by Martina Rimbaldo 

On an withered  ivy  decorated gates,  Miss Rust ,unexpected ,unwelcomed guest 

Came to visit, declared the past on the portcullises made of iron 

While within the  gates , vague God's arce cadavers rest .

Within the castle their avets haunt faded portraits

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