Song of the Hollow House

Umber dreams and hollow houses
Lay hushed in dusk, perfumed
Blackberry vines choke the porches
In lightless darkling mood
Resigned, to strangled surrender
The bramble holds me, too

The bramble holds me, too.

White milky breast has turned to dust
The suckling lips, gone pale
Bleat a quivering lullaby
The barren cradle wails
Wrapped in wraithweb, the rocking chair
I cannot breech the veil

I cannot breech the veil.

Old willows bow in sorrowsong
The path is overgrown
Ghostprints lost, grow indifferent moss
To suffocate the stone
Wild briars bridle ages cold
The ivy wraps my bones

The ivy wraps my bones.

Beetles heavy with bitter board
Stand sentinel, until
Bequeathed to worms, the ghosts are left
To linger on the hill
Withered hymn of hollow houses
soulsick lyric, be still

Be still
Be still
Be still

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