Luyện nghe bài hát The Antique

Dust fills my Mouth with a Timeless Rapping
Lightly upon a Door;
It the Days together

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

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

The Clock once Told its Beads,
Outside the Branches
Bowed Windows slightly Out of Key.
And this Downstairs, a
Clock has long since Lost its Faith,
And a House's Stale sighs like the
of a Wraith.

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