Urban Decay
Slowly descending
The spiral staircase
Into urban decay
On this night long journey -Preceded by flashlight
And followed by the full moon,
Whose eyes hold us all in
His view as the street light
Flickers in and out in orange shades.
Spirit of the Past
The spirit of the past
Lives in
The whispers of the wind and
The hoot of the hoary owl,
Which echoes sadly evermore
Against the lonely trees -Who for days uncounted have seen
The endless journeys of men
Come to an end beneath them -This final respite
Marked by names and dates
On lonely tombs.
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