DILAPIDATION:

Sunlight slithers as a snake, between old loosened slats,

And through the splintered slits, scarpered furtive rats,

Damp mouldy fingers; caress depressed & weeping walls,

Footsteps of the dead, forlornly dance through icy halls

Dilapidation, upon the voice that softly calls.

 

Scuttlings & skitterlings, of all bugs & worms soft creeping,

Old doors off hinges, in draughts, their woes, sadly weeping,

Windows cracked & dirty, web-lidded eyes of days gone by,

Within aged muted shadows, old silken breezes softly sigh,

Dilapidation, upon the voice that sadly cries.

 

Slated eaves now slackly loosened, by bats grey wily tongues,

Step by crumbling step, disintegration, of wood-rot sulky rungs,

Jade ivy waltzing greenly, in-between grey & mossy flagstones,

Whispering ancient secrets, of all those, now merely old bones,

Dilapidation, upon the voice that now groans.