Dust fills my Mouth with a Timeless Poltergeist Rapping
Lightly upon a Dusty Door;
It Locks the Days
together
Yesterday
This Artefact wasn't rightly so.
Flanked by Shelves incorporating me into their Lonely Dream,
I search for
Tremors lying Weeping
'Neath the Broken Tiled Floor
Weeping with a Broken Madness,
Weeping for the Day Before.
Tarnished
Silver in the Cupboard soothes
The Fathoms of my Aching Silver Beard;
Like Shining Eyes scoured by
A Sour Creaking
Gait,
Cataracts dim the
Eloquence that wore
The Shining Cloak of younger Pride,
And This was Long,
Long before their
Careless Keeper died.
A Revenant spread its Foul Curse to Every Living Thing
With Stories trapp'd on Yellowed Pages
By
Talismans of Poignant Lethargy.
Tales Twilit bear their Ruin'd Words
To this Ghoulish Scenery,
Slouching over
Candlelight
Extinguished in another Century.
The Grandfather Clock once Told its Beads,
While Outside the Branches
Bowed
their Windows slightly Out of Key.
And this Downstairs, where a
Forlorn Clock has long since Lost its Faith,
And a House's Stale
Breath sighs like the
Whispers of a Wraith.
Spiders Decorate an Appearance
That stretches Gnarled Hands
Back into a
Relinquished Parlour Game;
Wisps of Ghostly Languor hinting faintly of Perique
Ring the Ancyent Air and Fade,
Murmuring of Things
Antique.