Silent, dark, bats rest
Photos of a few days' guests
Peeling plaster, lost lustre
Years of life gone to waste?
The men now, little know
About the men then, hang hollow
The air dull, cracks on wall
The men now, will soon follow.
Once life, there lived galore
Dancing feet rippled on floors
It's all past, turned to dust
The masters left, so the ******.
Men now, they care not know
All will sink in time's flow
Cobwebs will rule strong
Spiders have survived long.