I see you in your grandeur, soaring, and majestic.
Vivid in the vastness, leaping out against the shadowy Evergreens,
I see you summoning with a slow weathered hand.
The silence is menacing and heavy.
What secrets do you possess?
The distressed, fractured wallpaper gives away your exquisiteness.
Grandeur and opulence you once boasted.
My, how the times were pleasant.
The resurgence of treasure once thought forgotten,
Through pictures and paint,
History beacons me to reach you before you diminish.
To see you arise yet again, in splendor.