Haunted pictures line the walls
Each capture a once bright light
That of a soul already gone
Dearly departed
The Earth mourning with those remaining
Within their own private world
Like a forest dead & dormant
Mummified roses trapped in wilted bloom
Haunted pictures line the walls
Long-gone figures smile & play
A moment in time to trap the soul
But not that of the departed
The souls of the mourning are those entangled
Strong & deadly branches
As if vines of steel
The Fates grin in gruesome gaggle, cackling mad hens
For eternity to mourn
Quietly gazing at what is now forever lost
Remembering what once had been
And what can never be again
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