Lost, abandoned, derelict, old
Broken, quaking, rusty, cold
Repainted, repackaged and resold.
Rebellious spectres haunt the hall
They could tell you stories
But the writing’s on the wall
Condemning their past glories
Mould smiles from the ceiling
For it knows it will survive
To break down is to live again
Arise, decay and thrive.
One beginning, no end in sight
The testament has no conclusion.
So quick bright things come to confusion
When the sky paints day for night
And Time signals his intrusion.