Words that came forth

In the place of shadows

Beyond gilded windows

And lively places

Where specters of memory dance

Remnants of past transgressions

And hidden emotions

There stands my ambition

Derelict of passion

Mangled in the cobwebs of apathy

A spectacle of itself

Indeed

Once a candle flickered

Its golden light revealing

But it is now cinders

Lying quietly on a cold brass base

No life to speak of

And thus end my dreams

With ash

At least poetic in a sense

Pretty on a page