Derelict

Belladonna blends its flush

As primary hues collide

Attesting rank to brush and briars

Shameless spicule chide

Beneath the emerald gloss

Of ivy's lecherous hold

Centuries of mortars dust

Choke spectres tales untold

Where pitted oak

Toils treacherous span

Felled and shaped

By deft of man

Secrets rumour

Through ancient beam

A wealths demise

Bids no redeem

Only sunlight dwells

Where once glass kept

A thousand prophesies

Of souls long slept

Beside the ruined rest of fire

Vaporous whispers

Tend conspire

Fraying drapes curl

To tempt of breeze

Their weathered adorn

Plead last's appease

Rashes puncture oaken floor

Breaching wound

Where once stood door

Within this derelict abode

Crumbling walls

And reminisce erode

Riches past

Of all who've been

Dignity cast

A latent seam

A ruinous mark

Man's ancient make

Left to natures spoil

And times forsake

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