The Antique

Dust fills my Mouth with a Timeless Poltergeist Rapping

Lightly upon a Dusty Door;

It Locks the Days together

Yesterday

This Artefact wasn�t rightly so.

Flanked by Shelves incorporating me into their Lonely Dream,

I search for Tremors lying Weeping

'Neath the Broken Tiled Floor

Weeping with a Broken Madness,

Weeping for the Day Before.

Tarnished Silver in the Cupboard soothes

The Fathoms of my Aching Silver Beard;

Like Shining Eyes scoured by

A Sour Creaking Gait,

Cataracts dim the

Eloquence that wore

The Shining Cloak of younger Pride,

And This was Long,

Long before their Careless Keeper died.

A Revenant spread its Foul Curse to Every Living Thing

With Stories trapp�d on Yellowed Pages

By Talismans of Poignant Lethargy.

Tales Twilit bear their Ruin�d Words

To this Ghoulish Scenery,

Slouching over Candlelight

Extinguished in another Century.

The Grandfather Clock once Told its Beads,

While Outside the Branches

Bowed their Windows slightly Out of Key.

And this Downstairs, where a

Forlorn Clock has long since Lost its Faith,

And a House's Stale Breath sighs like the

Whispers of a Wraith.

Spiders Decorate an Appearance

That stretches Gnarled Hands

Back into a Relinquished Parlour Game;

Wisps of Ghostly Languor hinting faintly of Perique

Ring the Ancyent Air and Fade,

Murmuring of Things Antique.