urban decay
In a deep indigo night, bright
sliver moonlight shines across a barren land.
On a lonely hill, a manor stands…
its windowed eyes to a world blind.
Staring into the void, sublime
wind tumbles desolate sands.
Broken, old, dried skeletal branches sway
the last fleeting remains of a harsh day…
A figure bare in bones n thin pale skin
standing in the pouring rain.
The ancient station grand…
The rusted hulk of a train haunts
this arcane barren land.
Deep in the infinite indigo night, bright
sliver moon rays fall on bleak house
stands in a blind world with broken windows.
As eyes of a shadowy form watch
as windows call for the coming storm
old skeletal branches sway.
In the humid night
in a deep indigo night.
A lonely voice echoes…
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