Standing tall and pale against the black sky
Darkened windows, dulled sandstone and locked doors
A place where once welcomed all now looks shy
And the shadows have all come in force
Rising up, stabbing the sky, two towers
The walls are ageless – they won’t stop standing
It’s colour drained from the daylight hours
Funny: This place used to look welcoming
They say that someone is living in there
Someone who’s spent a very long time dead
But the building’s truths aren’t there to share
As the grounds are lit up with lights of red
The building exists but in its own light
Holding its own secrets within the night
Completed 25th February 2013
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