I see a ruined place-
Abandoned by lost love
Claimed by wayward vines
For no one goes there;
Save for Death
Who leaves pictures of beauty
So the ruins may yet dream
Dreams of far off places
Dreams of accepting faces
A spirit rests restlessly there
A mute specter in the night
They spectate the dead wind
Traveling through the withered windows
As they play their desolate song
Singing silently they long
For forlorn fog to cover their blighted body
Because they can not stand the sight
So they stand sorrowfully in soliloquy
Always speaking alone to no one
Speaking of meaningless things
They hope to deny thinking
And to forget how to see
For there are terrible undoings
They cannot bear to repeat