Dust fills my Mouth with a Timeless Poltergeist Rapping   Lightly upon a Dusty Door;   It Locks the Days together   Yesterday   This Artefact wasn't rightly so.   Flanked by Shelves incorporating me into their Lonely Dream,   I search for Tremors lying Weeping   'Neath the Broken Tiled Floor   Weeping with a Broken Madness,   Weeping for the Day Before.   Tarnished Silver in the Cupboard soothes   The Fathoms of my Aching Silver Beard;   Like Shining Eyes scoured by   A Sour Creaking Gait,   Cataracts dim the   Eloquence that wore   The Shining Cloak of younger Pride,   And This was Long,   Long before their Careless Keeper died.      A Revenant spread its Foul Curse to Every Living Thing   With Stories trapp'd on Yellowed Pages   By Talismans of Poignant Lethargy.   Tales Twilit bear their Ruin'd Words   To this Ghoulish Scenery,   Slouching over Candlelight   Extinguished in another Century.      The Grandfather Clock once Told its Beads,   While Outside the Branches   Bowed their Windows slightly Out of Key.   And this Downstairs, where a   Forlorn Clock has long since Lost its Faith,   And a House's Stale Breath sighs like the   Whispers of a Wraith.      Spiders Decorate an Appearance   That stretches Gnarled Hands   Back into a Relinquished Parlour Game;   Wisps of Ghostly Languor hinting faintly of Perique   Ring the Ancyent Air and Fade,   Murmuring of Things Antique.