Sighing Ghosts And Orphaned Dreams Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

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