Luyện nghe bài hát The Antique

Dust fills my with a Timeless Poltergeist Rapping
Lightly a Dusty Door;
It the Days together

This wasn't rightly so.
by Shelves incorporating me into their Lonely Dream,
I for Tremors lying Weeping
'Neath the Broken Floor
Weeping with a Madness,
for the Day Before.
Tarnished Silver in the Cupboard
The Fathoms of my Silver Beard;
Like Shining Eyes by
A Creaking Gait,
dim the
Eloquence that
The Cloak of younger Pride,
And was Long,
Long before Careless Keeper died.

A Revenant its Foul Curse to Every Living Thing
Stories trapp'd on Yellowed Pages
By of Poignant Lethargy.
Tales Twilit bear their Ruin'd
To Ghoulish Scenery,
over Candlelight
Extinguished in Century.

The Grandfather Clock Told its Beads,
Outside the Branches
Bowed Windows slightly Out of Key.
And Downstairs, where a
Forlorn Clock has long since its Faith,
And a Stale Breath sighs like the
of a Wraith.

Spiders Decorate an
That stretches Hands
Back into a Relinquished Game;
Wisps of Ghostly Languor hinting faintly of
the Ancyent Air and Fade,
Murmuring of Antique.