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Artiste:
Kayo Dot
Titre:
The Antique
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Dust fills my Mouth with a Timeless Poltergeist Rapping Lightly upon a Dusty Door; It Locks the Days together Yesterday This Artefact wasn't rightly so. Flanked by Shelves incorporating me into their Lonely Dream, I search for Tremors lying Weeping 'Neath the Broken Tiled Floor Weeping with a Broken Madness, Weeping for the Day Before. Tarnished Silver in the Cupboard soothes The Fathoms of my Aching Silver Beard; Like Shining Eyes scoured by A Sour Creaking Gait, Cataracts dim the Eloquence that wore The Shining Cloak of younger Pride, And This was Long, Long before their Careless Keeper died. A Revenant spread its Foul Curse to Every Living Thing With Stories trapp'd on Yellowed Pages By Talismans of Poignant Lethargy. Tales Twilit bear their Ruin'd Words To this Ghoulish Scenery, Slouching over Candlelight Extinguished in another Century. The Grandfather Clock once Told its Beads, While Outside the Branches Bowed their Windows slightly Out of Key. And this Downstairs, where a Forlorn Clock has long since Lost its Faith, And a House's Stale Breath sighs like the Whispers of a Wraith. Spiders Decorate an Appearance That stretches Gnarled Hands Back into a Relinquished Parlour Game; Wisps of Ghostly Languor hinting faintly of Perique Ring the Ancyent Air and Fade, Murmuring of Things Antique.