Out chasing kites and dragonets, loosing the
track, jerking out of scrubs. Getting clasped by
the creepers of a tumbledown stone wall.
Shattered gargoyles on the ground. Their eyes
staring up on their pebble-drooling congeners and
on moss grown sculptures.
Beheaded
dismembered marble figures. Corroded
disembowelled marble humans.
Marble limbs
sprawling. Marble heads nuzzling. Marble genitals
gaping and heaving in the grass. Marble fig leaves
eroding on the compost heap.
Friezes on the
walls where grotesque granite creatures revel.
Stone reptiles strangling stone gryphons. Stone
maggots consuming the struggling monsters.
Stealing through, you'd expect to find the
skeletons of the Sleeping Beauty's wooers in the
hedges and perhaps her spindle and the witch
inside.
Inside Rooms without walls. Columns
without ceilings to support. The capitals shedding
dead Acanthus leaves which descend in slow
motion to become parts of the rustling on the
floor.
Doors leading nowhere. Stairs
spiralling into open air. Formerly secret
passages now exposed, leading deeper into the
woods.
In one of the rooms a pile of tiny
bones and a pointed hat atop of a tiny skull
staring into the corner.
Strange... it
seems as this palace decayed so quickly as if
someone wanted to get rid of it.
As if the
entire host of Seraphim gathered in zenith and
wept it away with toxic tears.
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