Within a land of shadows
Pale moss covered walls, empty of past memories stand
Their only ceiling the darking sky.
Whispers of past tenants swirl through the surrounding pines
They sway to the slow song carried by the wind.
Colorless roses grow where tears once fell
And black velvet climbs the walls above painless windows
Giving proof to an engulfing past
When the flame of hate filled the sky
In past that echoes into today
Over broken gables and cracked walls
In a place, a heart, abandoned by the world. |