Hollow falls the echoed step
Through the path that is my way
Where nobody ever travels
Towards the end of dying day
There upon a household ruin
Sits the fading hope of them
Who once thought to build this castle
Amongst moss and root and stem
Far away from pallid cities
Fast removed from urban strife
Vanity is still in action
Ruin comes to every life
As I gaze upon this tower
There to build a life around
I connect with those who built it
Just to see it
Crumble
Down
Wonderfully evocative
good stuff/ for some reason I’m reminded of Poe’s “The Fall Of The House Of Usher” (which always is worthy of a reread, especially the opening prose paragraph,) as it is not only metaphoric, but terrific as well. Keep on
Great Ambiance! Enjoyed the read. It’s interesting how I also have a post with the same title, but it’s a short story.
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