Luyện nghe bài hát The Antique

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

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

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

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

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