The whistle of soulful winds
Shrieking a dance of emptiness
Inside the frozen soul of stone
Crying out of vacant eye holes
In blank and glassless expression
Wearing a mist veil of vague dignity
Until morning’s gray pity falls away
From crumbling rock in a winter sun
Shivering lost majesty in hollow rage
mzshelbell 
Really good poem, I enjoyed very much thanks.