Dear friend, I write to you swiftly
With scarlet ink and a woe
My note will be fleeting
But promise while reading
To hang on to every word

All the days are forgetting
They told me I was alone
But leafing through pages
Does nothing for aged
Fingers that work to the bone

Through the archway
Where the book spines fold
They will show you the way

This study cramped and musty
A coffin to call my abode
Each cold glance I've earned
Passing through me, I've learned
Not to trust those that make it a home

I met a ghost that tended a garden
They showed me their most prized marrow
Tendons and teeth
Amongst pale meadowsweet
Seeds of doubt are beginning to grow

Through the archway
Footprints cremated to smoke
They will show you the way