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I wander through my ruined home,
Lamenting my sorrows through the ruined walls.
Here and there pillars still stand,
Like guards of this eroded beauty.

My wisp-like form drifts from shadow to shadow
Becoming smothered with the darkness.
I reach out to touch lichen covered stones
But my non-existent fingers slip through the aged rock.

Cracked flagstones drift beneath me,
Stroked by the edges of my ethereal gown.
My luminous essence dimly illuminates
The black night that swallows the land.

My starlight skin and cloak of night
Gleam with life among the cold dead stones
The soft rumble of the sea,
Lends it ancient pulse to my lifeless bones and home.

Arches long crumbled and stripped of decoration
Tower above me.
Windows stare with blank empty eyes,
Bereft of their glass and colour.

A glimmer of gold on the horizon
Gives my home a new breath of life.
Yet as it is bathed in warm sun
I fade with the night
To walk the heavens unseen, unheard.
Until the night calls again.