LY #94 Procrastinator's Double Duty

So I need to get a poem to my poetry group and also write a blog post and I'm a horrible procrastinator so this must do double duty.

DYING ROOMS OF LIGHT

 

Dark moss now crawls across a wall
within the first floor room of a

still rentable palazzo, where once
 bright nymphs and gods,
 whose youth and passion caught in paint
 (now stripped and peeling into mold)
 once glorified the lives of those
 who loved beneath their dance
 those days before the ever-rising sea
 
 of time that takes us all,

                                                us all,

 rolled in,
               rolled in
 
 with salt and waste and stink 
                                              and
 
 and little fish aswim above
 a stone mosaic floor with
 lapis stars and crystal moons
 now tombed beneath the
 flood forever rising,
                                     rising
                                                 rising till it drowns us all.