In beautiful decrepitude
the structure stands bereft and crude
through windows cobwebbed and curtain’s torn
it gazes down where dust was lawn
the slated roof now patched with fern
its chimney stacks that once did burn
are housing rats that left the ship
but never quite abandoned it
and often when the Sun breaks through
it warms the rooms where love was true
and in that light see grandeur rise
where once the ruin beguiled eyes
© Wolfgar 2018
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