RUINS:

Cracked windows, old walls & sepia ceilings,

Where bats nest between soft-clad peelings,

Ancient wooden pillars & forgotten beams,

Where old dust smiles upon shadowy seams.

Black ravens now visit, where no man treads,

Dead roam low, where the living now dreads,

The hoot of owls & damp mould cool seeping,

Over grey stones, where old ivy´s now creeping.

Laughter long-lost, upon the echoing of wailings,

Where red-rust, hot whispers & kisses old railings,

The tiptoeing footsteps, of those ghosts now gone,

Icy weeping of maidens, where the sun once shone.

Now the living have gone, but cold life´s still sighing,

Amongst mossy green walls & dry blooms sad dying,

Scents of abandoned gardens & old dead tombs,

Melodic voices waltzing, around old loved rooms.