• Fading into the walls
    into the blue-grey tiles
    My footsteps echoing into the empty halls
    The sound of sad smiles
    drifting through the air
    in a black fog.
    Walking to the beat
    of the waves on the shore
    My rosethorn webs of silence,
    calling for more.
    What's this, you ask
    laughing uneasily.
    This, my dears, is my kingdom of yore.