Decadence

The kiln was red
It lent its shade

The bricks lay in ignominious heap
But the palace was pretty

Vulgar and decadent
But devilishly charming

It survived centuries
The world simply changed night clothes

Days gave way to decay
Gold dwindled

And the moss gathered
And the vines twined

The creeper buried its roots
The bed cracked in foul glee

The ghost came to gloat
The soul hung in space

Gnawing at the fabric
The strings were frayed

To die hard
More than death

To die hard
Emotions speared to death

Leaving with the next tide
Are you?