Walls of shattered brick and steel
hold aloft a crumbled ceiling.
I've seen them in haunted dreams
but could not pinpoint my feeling.
Staring passed evergreen spires
wrapped within this sylvan womb,
a cadre of shadows shall endure
perpetually preparing their room.
As shreds of time slip from grasp
fate dissolves in the stream
Gazing into reflectionless water
with invisible eyes agleam.
Daubed with pearl and pewter,
these formless faces in bloom.
I've seen them in ancient garb
dancing with the memories of their room.
They'll sketch a cascade of sunlight
pouring into the sunken ceiling
while photos are smeared with dust
and the faded wallpaper is peeling.
I've seen them through splintered glass
echoing the hymnals of doom.
Trapped within those shattered walls,
slowly becoming part of their room.