Decay
The castle rose upon the hill

[ lonely ] ,

Stark , grey , and empty!
I ) '
' ( V
Y ) '
Clings to the crumbling walls
Like some green disease
Malignant , s p r e a d i n g
A cancer destr_yi_g it from without
Until the day does come when nae a wall stands
And grass chokes out the ||i|v|||y||
Leaving (nothing)
Of mans great work
As it should be.
Nature reclaiming her own .


Whysper