Beyond the rusted, twisted gates
Lay the ruins of a once bright estate
Ghosts are hiding in the gloom
Playing tag in the dusty rooms
I awoke this morning with a poem in my heart
And put it to song before my start
With naught but a beeswax candle’s light
I stole away into the night
The beautiful song was quick to die
When the Sheffield House awoke before my eyes
Where saints and angels dare not tread
Where princes died and maidens bled
Where joy and sunshine are far and few
Where dead women kneel in the pews
There’s nothing to see by but candlelight
As I await the downfall of night
When are you coming and at what price?
I cannot wait here all my life
If you are in need of time, so it shall be
But I cannot grant what you don’t ask of me.
And so I live on like a shaking mouse
In the shadow of the Sheffield House
Unfinished 