Beautiful Ruin

Within peeling walls,
where spiders and specters now dwell,
and hold court with the dust,
they alone remain
as the non-derelict guardians
and holders of this history.

No more to hold the roof aloft
than time itself.
A roof crushed under the weight
of leaves and detritus,
outside would-be invaders
who threaten to force entry
and destroy the sanctity
of broken glass and tiles.

This grand deconstruction,
splendid in its disrepair.