Red Robe

A red robe discarded, limp and empty on the marble floor
The hand that dropped it rests atop a hidden altar
And the voices of revellers echo through the halls
Where fires once burned, but all is now dark
Footsteps have come and gone, the way out is shut
Deeper lies the path beyond doorways to shadow
Further down await the secrets
Sought by the hands that grip the black stone
Music in air thick with desperation
Seeping from the long hallway, out of the darkness
The lull, ebbing tide of sleep approaches
Carried away from morning into night
Far from the sun shining on halls of horror
The red robe a pool of blood upon the floor

Image by Peter H from Pixabay

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