These hallowed halls I walk again,
Through these faded eyes I see.
Decades old dust swarms about
Finally, by movement set free
White sheets on antique furniture
Billow around in musty air,
Cobwebs cling to my wrinkled skin,
Get caught in my grey thin hair
Silver mirrors, cracked with age
Reflect distorted images of the past,
Ivy creeps over the window frames
The only living thing to last
Black dead roses in grimy vases stand,
As still as the air around,
My faltering steps, in abandoned corridors,
On creaky floorboards resound
Echoes vibrate through the empty rooms,
Of childish voices filled with glee
Ghost like memories of loved ones,
Move around ignoring me
How strange it is that after all these years..
The smell of burnt wood and flesh prevails,
Preserved within soot covered walls,
And hidden amongst ash dusted veils.
I limp across a barren courtyard,
And out of the smoke charred door,
And look back at the house that was all I had
And now stands forgotten, unsure,
I touch the scars on my face,
As I stand stooped in the dying light,
Seeing again the flames towering ablaze,
Red agony against sorrowful night.