The Room

The room was dark and quiet,
A chill swept through the air.
No noises were audible,
Except the creaking of the chair

Which sat in the corner,
Rocking to the weights of ghosts,
Perhaps they enjoyed the company,
Of those that visited most

But the visits were getting less,
And the room was now much more dark,
But then something changed,
And it started from a mere spark.

Suddenly the room was engulfed,
Orange flames attacking every part,
And right before the roof crumbled,
A piercing scream rang out from the heart.