The Antique

Dust fills my

Mouth with a

Timeless Poltergeist

Rapping Lightly upon a

Dusty Door;

It Locks the

Days together

Yesterday

This Artefact wasn't rightly so.

Flanked by

Shelves incorporating me into their

Lonely Dream,

I search for

Tremors lying

Weeping 'Neath the

Broken Tiled

Floor Weeping with a

Broken Madness,

Weeping for the

Day Before.

Tarnished

Silver in the

Cupboard soothes

The Fathoms of my

Aching Silver

Beard; Like

Shining Eyes scoured by

A Sour Creaking

Gait, Cataracts dim the

Eloquence that wore

The Shining

Cloak of younger

Pride, And

This was Long,

Long before their

Careless Keeper died.

A Revenant spread its

Foul Curse to

Every Living

Thing With

Stories trapp'd on

Yellowed Pages

By Talismans of

Poignant Lethargy.

Tales Twilit bear their

Ruin'd Words

To this Ghoulish

Scenery, Slouching over

Candlelight

Extinguished in another

Century. The

Grandfather

Clock once

Told its Beads,

While Outside the

Branches Bowed their

Windows slightly

Out of Key.

And this Downstairs, where a

Forlorn Clock has long since

Lost its Faith,

And a House's

Stale Breath sighs like the

Whispers of a

Wraith. Spiders

Decorate an

Appearance

That stretches

Gnarled Hands

Back into a

Relinquished

Parlour Game;

Wisps of Ghostly

Languor hinting faintly of

Perique Ring the

Ancyent Air and

Fade, Murmuring of

Things Antique.