Old walls murmur low
Repeats of the feet that roamed
Silence grips the stones
Libraries empty
Dust layers on untold tales
Pages left unturned
Gardens overgrown
Nature reclaims hushed secrets
Memories knotted
Flickering spirits
Project films with no viewers
Ghosts dance alone unseen
Wayfarer in grey
Steps tip toe in the old hall
His darkness stretches long
Hands trace along bricks
Each one laid with hopeful dreams
Now cold beneath his touch
Eyes closed he listens
To the anthems long silent
Breathes in the dust of lore
Alone he stands firm
Preserver the past now gone
Keeper of the flame dim
Silent sanctuaries silent
Where the murmurs of ages lie deep
Flickers fade from the brilliance they once held
In this quiet a steadfast plea silent
Custodians of what used to be
Am I alone
Staircases winding
Verses carved deep in the stone
Names lost to the time
Candlelight flickers
In hallways where shadows pool
Texts crumble under light
Silent musing
He walks through arcs of history
Fingers trace lost dreams
A flicker in gloom
Gentle flames dance on old walls
Guiding his lone steps
Moon casts pale glances
On paths edged by forgotten
Grass twines with cold stones
Moss veils the old words
His breath mists in the cold night
Alone he honours them
Old gates creak softly
Welcoming his silent tread
Guardian of dusk
Night cloaks the ruins
His vigil keeps the past near
Memories held tight
Silent sanctuaries silent
Where the murmurs of ages lie deep
Flickers fade from the brilliance they once held
In this quiet a steadfast plea silent
Custodians of what used to be
Am I alone
Am I alone silent
Am I alone silent
Am I alone silent
Am I alone silent