Walk down the hall with me once more
Apparition in silk white smoke
Eerie halls of the past no longer lit
The stairs creak along this riven floor
A ballroom once filled of folk
Tales of a place now unfit
A Sundered ceiling exposes the crepuscular rays of moonlight
Vines hang from the cracks of moss ladened column heights
Lay your hand to rest in mine
We will walk this imperial staircase one last time
To dance the steps of fate
Innate to us as it was long ago
The songs of time they echo
Ethereal mist in your movement
So fluid to follow
More rhythm and rhyme than the hands of time
There is never enough
A deep breath to stain my lungs forever
This won’t last
Your features grow poignant in these final moments
You hold to me fast
Enveloping body I can’t hold any longer
Do not cry in front of our spectral onlookers
The fairies continue to dance until they fall to dust
A time ago of love and lust comes with an age that seems unjust
All times end, they must
The sun rises in erasure of days past
How fortunate we are to have had one more than our last
Categories: poetry
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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