The cedars cracked
And splintered;
Falling into the
Grassy plains.

Violets and
Oleanders swaying
Gently in the breeze;
As the cabin looked
Over the sea.

Rusted hinges
And creaking doors
Weathered by time;
Curled paint
And crumbling
Plaster scattering
Dust on wooden
Floors, the cobwebs
Laced tight on
Candelabras
And bent
Frames.

The rustic
Kingdom
Falling, falling;
Sliding into the
Sea to the sound
Of cedars cracking,
Splintering amongst
Violets and oleanders;
Grassy fingers
Reaching,
Pleading
To the
Sky.

As the rainbow
Arched, kissing
Dark grey clouds
Gilded with gold;
Tumbling into
Foaming waves,
Washing shoals
And bays to the
Sound of
Clanging
Masts.

The last
Cedars fell;
Green, barren
Bare, naked hills.

The cabin fell;
Aged beams,
Smashed glass
Bent frames;
Mice and birds
Blinking in
Recesses
Of the rustic
Kingdom.

Falling, falling;
As grassy fingers
Swayed, dancing,
Memorialising the dead;
The rustic kingdom,
The hollow kingdom.