Just another abandoned brownstone

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A brownstone, abandoned, captures my eye

as the dying rays of the sinking sun

play through ancient and tall oak trees.

A chill in the air now takes my hand

and leads me to the faded green door,

while the leaves are whispering in my ear,

“Open the door... there’s no-one home…”

The musty smell of wandering ghosts meet me on the other side,

those who leave no footprints, yet still brush my arms

in welcome to their old and graceful home.

Wooden floors creak, an echo of movement from years gone by,

whilst spider webs sway from the ceiling like old memories...

A myriad of smudges on the dusty windowpanes

decorate the peeling walls with charming and playful sketches

that are not quite the way you see them now, never the way you thought,

and they cast doubt and fear in the ever deepening night...

The Silence of a Moonless Night

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The time has stopped an hour before dawn

and you’re lost in the perpetual silence of a moonless night

that offers no comfort and smothers faith

as the lifeless air steals the breath of hope from the breaking dawn.