Spiderwebbed windows and home to vermin,
Holes in doors, where there is doors.
Thin walls and three stories tall,
Though worth so many more.
My memory fails me,
Brick factory?
Ya that’s it, testing each brick
Throwing through the viewports
Of this ship now sunk.
Great bricks, worked every time.
Now the walls hardly upright,
Now inhabiting unsettling inspiration,
To any who venture near.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 