Echoing screams call out from the shadowed ruin,
A once glorious tower lurks.
Souls crawl between the cracks,
Beckoning new visitors, yearning.
Emergency lights flicker
And rats rule the halls.
Plush red carpets are no longer,
Ragged remains are aplenty.
Children’s cries resonate still,
Happy shrieks as they run the halls,
Haunted howls of fear and pain
They have wept, they have laughed.
Women’s laughter rings true,
Bells of absolute happiness,
Of honeymooning lovers,
And false tones of the whore.
Men’s voices boom through
Scolding children, and wives alike.
Loving caresses, contrasted with
Furious blows.
Nothing is missed by them,
Blood has rained down.
Fire has roared through its halls
Children have been made upon its floors.
They haunt the skyline now,
Forgotten, but still bearing down
On those who have forgotten
The memories it still holds dear.
No comments:
Post a Comment