Where Death Lives

A row of tiny houses A row of open doors No one living anywhere Just bones upon the floor Bones that have lain there For many lonely years In a place where death lives And plays upon your fears An abandoned little chapel Another open door There’s no sense in praying For the bones upon […]

Amongst The Stones

Wandering through the crumbling stones On a dark and rainy day Nothing else around me But neglect and decay The paths are cracked and full of weeds The grass is overgrown But in this mess there’s beauty A loveliness all of its own Within its walls is silence A place of perfect peace Bones at […]