The house should fall under the weight of despair
Abandoned tunnels for halls, accoustic marvels all
When clouds gather within these jagged spires
Thunder and eternity rumble through the valleys
These walls should surrender to the force of time
Wet with moss and ivy, thick as witches hair
Tangled, choking vines of thorn torn vermin hollows
Infested by neglect, thriving on abandoned hope
These stairs of winding lies should crumble
Never leading to the promise they once carried
Ancient fallen ashen portraits slowly disappear
Frozen forgotten eyes fading never to be seen again
Midnight footsteps or wind whipped water tapping?
Corridors echo and spiders dangle patiently in space
Once enchantment and laughter brightened these walls
A place now for sighing ghosts and orphaned dreams
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It's wonderful how you have depicted illusion n regret through the image of an old abandoned house. This goes in my favorite poems list. I love the dark n dismal imagery. A significant write that says nothing lasts forever n happiness n life are merely illusions.10