Dilapidated ruins on Moon Lit Bay,
Nightmarishly stark in radiant day.
Morbidly shaded when comes the twilight.
Cloaked in foul gloom amid ebony night.
A chimney is proof of warmness, once felt.
Where go Humanity, within you dwelt?
'Neath rafters, now structurally unsound.
Deplorably, you stand on frozen ground.
Window gaping like a Pirate's eye patch.
Sea Dog evidence of a sparring match.
'Tween nature's forces and battle scarred you.
A Marksman's Arrow, thru your Heart, aimed true!
Lost ruddiness bespeaks of passing years.
Aged forlornly in fields, sated with tears.
Neglected! Withered! Abandoned to die.
Compassionate Souls do seldom come by.
Shriveled corpse, for what travesty you pay?
Left to rot on this God forsaken Bay.
Scant trace of Glory Days, lost in mire
I'll kindle your misery with FIRE.
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