Warm yellow stone bricks, a palace to the viewer
Columns and facades in swirling and dazzling designs
Classical architecture, intricate carvings on the front door
A treasure, an exotic fantasy, a dream . . .
Ornate chandeliers of leaded glass crystal
Sparkling fabulously and twinkling in a ballroom
Used for countless costume balls with orchestra's, surely
Some said it was haunted . . .
It stood vacant and alone for years
Gone to waste and ruin and tumbling down
Leaves blowing in under it's ornate front door
A beautiful home forgotten . . .
Walking by, I see a sign "to be demolished. . "
For some reason that made me sad and lonely
What of the families that once lived there, I wonder
For sure they are long dead . . .
September 6, 2012
Submitted to the contest, A Home