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Carven, this still face

Features bleak and ravaged

Question not

The answers of time

Their toll is taken while you sleep

Wakened to an age you do not know

Worn by this slumber

Your moments an aeon

Your solace to be found in echoes

Sweet

What hand touched these walls,

But to stay

A shelter, it's breached now

Rain runs down through these holes

Long grass and others of Nature's

Scar tissue hosts

Seek your stones with fumbling fingers

Insects and small animals nest

Where once a home grew

Better to sleep

Silence is your burden now

What things you've seen

What ghosts you hold

They must sleep too

Weep for lost hours

You who do not know the price of tears

This dereliction is your justice

This abandonment your prize

Sweet reward for the sun's caress

Must you tarry longer here

Weep with the rain

Harvest past

Time moves on

You stay.