The hideous jangle

I awoke at the din of an atonal jangle

And sunlight peeking through the morning fog

Wearied from nights whence chaos dreamed

This place doth my bastion of sanity befog

Pendulous, it sways and chimes in the morning breeze

In a hellish song of the unredeemed

As if every doll's voice was hideously in

A symphonic unison within its din

In nights, it be not only the moon that turns its eye

As I feel the breath of a horror drawing nigh

An aeonic sickness beneath this house lies low

Within derelict walls it festers its purpose

Infecting those that be hollow in body and soul

Ceramic clatter rattles in night's silence

With each passing day the windy tides blow less and less

And what the moon and shells hid away will egress

14/11/2022