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.
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