Luyện nghe bài hát The Antique

Dust fills my Mouth with a Timeless Rapping
upon a Dusty Door;
It Locks the Days

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

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

The Clock once Told its Beads,
While the Branches
their Windows slightly Out of Key.
And Downstairs, where a
Forlorn has long since Lost its Faith,
And a House's Stale Breath like the
of a Wraith.

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