Strong timbers began their transition into locust wood
While stones and mortar that were proud walls
Began their slow decay

No longer will it be the bond of a structure
Lacking in strength
Made weaker by passing days
So began the process of disrepair
Soon in a useless pile they would lay

The roof
Stolen shelter
Would now offer a passage
Providing entrance for tears of rain

And upon utterance of words by the dark silhouette
The heart of the dwelling pitted
Slowly collapsed in ruination
Once the harbor of a deep love
Now merely a rotted foundation

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