Luyện nghe bài hát The Antique

Dust fills my with a Timeless Poltergeist Rapping
Lightly upon a Door;
It Locks the together

This Artefact wasn't so.
by Shelves incorporating me into their Lonely Dream,
I search for lying Weeping
'Neath the Tiled Floor
Weeping with a Madness,
for the Day Before.
Tarnished in the Cupboard soothes
The Fathoms of my Aching Beard;
Like Shining scoured by
A Sour Gait,
dim the
Eloquence wore
The Shining of younger Pride,
And was Long,
Long before Careless Keeper died.

A Revenant spread its Foul Curse to Every Thing
With Stories trapp'd on Pages
By Talismans of Lethargy.
Tales Twilit their Ruin'd Words
To Ghoulish Scenery,
Slouching Candlelight
Extinguished in Century.

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

Spiders an Appearance
That Gnarled Hands
Back into a Relinquished Parlour
Wisps of Ghostly Languor faintly of Perique
the Ancyent Air and Fade,
Murmuring of Antique.