Endings

In a stale old house, in a stale old room,

In a stale old corner, in the stale old gloom,

Through the stale old walls, past the stale old smell,

Of stale old centuries in a forgotten hell,

A stale old book abandoned within,

Stale old leather hiding secrets and sins,

A stale old journey of love and war:

Nobody takes the journey any more.

Memory erases the stale old room,

And clothes it again in the stale old gloom,

Undisturbed air heavy with stale old smell,

Consigning it back to a stale old hell,

The stale old book is locked deep within,

Stale old leather claiming the darkest of sins,

A stale old journey of love and war:

But you can’t hide from it any more.

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