I remember when these halls sang tails,
But now leave entrails of sand across its floor.
The dust piles to the ceiling
And the doors are left open to show the aftermath of forgetting,
I remember when the walls hung sails and great old fables for its guests to adore.
And the core is broken, not to be repaired.
This is no home, not even a house. Just a relic of despair.
I heard the skeleton of wood ...