The cracked stone walls wore the
laminated heads of the murdered
creatures on it’s chest ,
like a broach ,with careless pride,
The chandelier hung riskily by its ever-loosening threads,
Filling the room with the echoes
that sounded far deeper than it’s empty air.
The worn out carpets still shining with the eternal richness of it’s golden threads ,
laid flat on the ground , welcoming the royal feet with it’s velvety feel.
The fungoid wooden door with rusted red- black chains hanging,
a ghastly creek heard every time it moved, echoed it’s real age.
The majestic ,oval , stained mirror,
stuck in the middle of the room ,
echoed the essence of the entire area.
It’s diamond filled frame caught the smirk of the soul peeking in it,
perfectly reflecting the hollowness.