forgotten…
dilapidated…
unwanted…
unneeded…
i was once used…
to shelter a people…
wherein they went about their business…
from which they built their cities…
and expanded their civilizations away from me…
they have gone their way…
having fallen…
what lives i once housed…
what minds once beheld me…
are lost now in time…
yet i remain…
a shelter to phantoms and memories…
evocative…
provocative…
dark…
haunting…
more alive then i was to them…
these damp walls…
my earthly sent…
my crawling darkness…
my cold silence…
wherein your thoughts and fears echos…
here, in me is your atonement…
atonement with Living Darkness…
let then burn, your myrrh and incense of mars…
and take your place among the shadows.
-Chloe 352
120 yf; 3 days after the Ides of April
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Sinister Fiction and Dark Poetry 