Rusted shutters clutch empty rooms,Chests with no treasure,Cages with no captives,All that's left belongs to the dust. Ghost footsteps echo in the rafters,Prints worn deep in linoleum,Squeaks and clicks, once unending,Now forever lost. Rats rule the corridors,Roaches breed in the pipes,A pidgeon waits for silencebefore spreading its wings with a clap. The teenagers have had … Continue reading Necropolith →