~I~
I stumbled upon it—
this ruin, veiled in ivy,
its ribs of stone strangled
by nature’s lace.
A withered door hangs
on one iron thread-
the last breath of smiths
Dressed in oxide
Fractured silence beckons
Childish will to explore
Danger wrapped in lycen
Blight decays the frame
Dense fog dulls the raven
Black wings set the tone
Moss laden windows
Sinew stripped from bone
~II~
The unforgiving soul
Shallow she remains
Where death Lays
Her winter blanket
Fed with the tears
Of a mournful mother
Her ripples stretch
To his lifeless hand
Consumed by darkness
The repugnant stench
Weeps into a crevice
From her lustful killer
Discarded shells
Linger with the last
Gasps of trauma,
Distress and pain
Light chastens through
The absent gable
Warming the spores
Of tortured innocence
Lifting the pure from
From the grasp
Of Mephistopheles
And eternal purgatory
By Darren Wall
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 5:00 PM UTC
~I~
I stumbled upon it—
this ruin, veiled in ivy,
its ribs of stone strangled
by nature’s lace.
A withered door hangs
on one iron thread-
the last breath of smiths
Dressed in oxide
Fractured silence beckons
Childish will to explore
Danger wrapped in lycen
Blight decays the frame
Dense fog dulls the raven
Black wings set the tone
Moss laden windows
Sinew stripped from bone
~II~
The unforgiving soul
Shallow she remains
Where death Lays
Her winter blanket
Fed with the tears
Of a mournful mother
Her ripples stretch
To his lifeless hand
Consumed by darkness
The repugnant stench
Weeps into a crevice
From her lustful killer
Discarded shells
Linger with the last
Gasps of trauma,
Distress and pain
Light chastens through
The absent gable
Warming the spores
Of tortured innocence
Lifting the pure from
From the grasp
Of Mephistopheles
And eternal purgatory
By Darren Wall
