Memories closing in
Shadows of the past
Windows breaking
Glimmering shards
Upon the floor
Walls large and daunting
No reflection in the mirror
You don't exist
A wisp of fog rolling by
Your feet gliding above
Up the staircase
Past the tattered tapestry
Down a dim corridor
Cat eyes glinting
Bones crumbling to dust
A skull perched atop
To the dungeon you go
Eerie lights painting
The rough-hewn stone wall
Cobwebs stretch across
The broken light fixtures
Rats scurry to and fro
Rotting food gives off
A most pungent smell
Stepping across a body
You see their black soul
Grinning maliciously
Here they'd come to dwell
Screams pierce the night
The moon is blotted
Out of sight
By thunderclouds
Sailing in
The stars wink farewell
A faithful dog howls
Mournful sounds echo
Across the barren land
Nobody around for miles
To the floor
Falls your hand
Blood spreading
A crimson puddle
Of a silken dress
A distant memory
Of that fateful evening
Long ago
A birthday ball thrown
Chills racing down
Your spine
As you dance
With a handsome stranger
His face cast in shadows
You are enchanted
Almost like he cast a spell
Put you in a trance
A walk in the gardens
You turn around in bliss
Gazing up at the moon
The gleaming knife
You tragically miss
A gasp taints the autumn air
Tiny breaths puff out
Shaping into fading clouds
You hit the ground
Footsteps walk away
The rose bush is blurry
You try to raise your head
And then everything falls
Away
Here you lie in the dungeon
Your soul rising up
Pulling its attached tendrils
Your life slips out of your
Weakening grasp
As you bleed to death
There on the stone floor
You cast your tired gaze
Up at the man coming in
A smirk etched upon his lips
Looking familiar
You raise your frightened eyes
And finally see his face.
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Chromatic Musings
PoetryA series of free-style reflective poems. Note: All are personal and may not apply to all readers.
