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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  of a decaying dream,

  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.