Quiet halls, full of elegance
empty rooms, once full of beauty
still stale air, dry and coarse as desert wind
everything coated in a layer of dust
furniture clothed in white cloth
cobwebs gracing the corners of windows
curtians silently swaying in a non-existent breeze
all is undisturbed, but not uninhibited
a pale figure, thin and sickly
white as snow, cold and harsh as the mountain wind
clear as crystal, faintly outlined
with the light form a sill full moon
unseen by all
waiting in vain, for life to return
the fragile thing that was taken
in the darkest of the night
she waits holding on
holding on to a dwindling hope
slowly fading, along with that small world of hers
the world of a child's hopes and dreams
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Hey guys I hope you liked this poem, I tried to experiment with some diffrent styles in this one! If you have any cirques please fell free to let me know in the comment section below! Have a fantastical day.
-Singing off Windygal
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