6 to 100 words

Past the soaring steeple, past the expansive courtyards, past the brick barricades; hid a small courtyard, forgotten.
Past the weathered benches, past the mildew tables, past the hanging ivy; lay a silent fountain.
Past the stone facade, past the teal aged copper, past the plugged up spout; hung a lone tear.
Below swam a dark mass, together formed, one drop intangible from the next.
The wind stirred, an icy sting.
And down the lone tear fell.