Luyện nghe bài hát The Antique

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

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

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

The Grandfather once Told its Beads,
While Outside the
Bowed their slightly Out of Key.
And Downstairs, where a
Forlorn Clock has since Lost its Faith,
And a House's Breath sighs like the
of a Wraith.

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