Old Walls, Decrepit Soul

The lone sun, a tired eye, no longer gleams On ancient bones, where life once brightly burned. A hushed decay now haunts forgotten dreams, And every vibrant hue to dust has turned. The joists all groan, a sorrowful, deep sigh, As rot consumes the timber, slow and deep. A tapestry of downfall meets the eye, Where silent shadows endless vigil keep. No joy remains in chambers dark and cold, No echo stirs where laughter used to play. What once was strong now yields to slow decay, A weary tale, in faded lines unfolds. A decrepit frame, once grand and so proud, Now whispers secrets to the solemn shroud.