The Ruins of a House

I found the ruins of a house which

had been swallowed by the woods

where only faith remained
and maybe, not even that.

This old home was tattered and torn

worn-out and holy and whispers of old hymns
could almost be heard

Death, 
o Death...
where was that song sung?

And while I sat

embracing the dark and

listening for unheard melodies,

the night poured out and grew full

upon the forest 
and the ruins

and me