for Gabriel
a shadow of himself
being a shadow of himself in Rome
but by name Gabriel
he was not on the castle or the bridge
he was only mirrored
in the ripples of the river
as for the victorious king
in his majestic marble sail
he was not the plumage on the head
only the horse's tail
Gabriel is not the raven
he's the huge angel
hovering over London's tower
that the stones built as perch of Power
gates of Hell
should become colourful pebbles on a beach
empty shells