Echoes

Ghost stumble past the ruins of forgotten haunts where dust and spiders keep the company of the ticking of the last clock, it's spring worn down and dying like so much in this land of sterility... the echoes of laughter and life fade away as dreams are blown into the wastelands of this small corner of the worlds black night... whispers seem to spring from empty places and footsteps creak the floorboards no more... one small bulb still illuminates the darkness... sputtering as it's filliment edges on the final burst... what lonely face might it shine upon, where none can see and angels dare not to look for fear of what may look back... the air lies still and the shutters are broken outside windows that rattle from the moans of the unhallowed ground... broken glass glitters upon the counter and stains fill the cracks in the floor... rust drifts from the chandelier, flakes falling slowly in the dead air of the room... and somewhere... deep below the unbeating heart of the room... an eye opens....