Where once lay a palatial house Today there lies the ruins of a desolated structure A carnival of rust and dirt Torn and tattered A structure which was once filled with life Is now worse than a corpse Cobwebs and ghosts are it's inhabitants A place where once children used to play And every festival was celebrated with immense joy Where on new year's eve the entire house used to be dressed up in lights Where once the sun used to shine bright Today at that place even the moon doesn't come out at night The stars have long left that place And faded away into oblivion It's always dark there...never will you see any trace of light A weird smell and an eerie silence that is what defines the house now The ocassional passerby still sometimes looks at the house and wonders--how??? How could a structure so grand be reduced to this? Just goes to show that no matter how grand,beautiful and powerful you might be With the advent of time everything depreciates Time catches up with everyone and everything And once you enter the winter of your life Slowly but surely The blackhole of death pulls you towards it