In silence now,


    the reddening dusk passes


    Eternity gilds the walls


    with the fading hues


    of sunset.


    In a warm autumn wind,


    the leaves spiral on


    in abandoned arcades,


    while unabating rays fall from the sky,


    The sun, pale and weak,


    yearns to breathe


    life into the dead and gone,


    yet its light falters before the fallen,


    monotonous and feeble in its reach.


    Vines climb the wrecked walls,


    the broken ramparts


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    and over the garden paths,


    ghosts breathe their lost wishes,


    and implicated in rumours


    of entwining grey,


    clinging to the earth,


    the mists of muffled light


    and hopes undone.


    In the echoes of this place, they offer


    twilight-tossed whispers in the wind


    Of love and pain in wayward lands,


    ere they fade into the gentle oblivion


    of being forgotten.


    This abandoned land is


    peopled only


    By flocks of finches singing


    gentle songs, a peaceful dirge


    in a ruinous palace,


    bathed in fading crimson flares.