Grand Hall of My Heart

Rusted gates, and jagged glass,
The grand hall of my heart,
Webs lace the paths, in spiders reign,
And through shadows rodents dart,
Tragic tales weave the floors,
And cracks trace along the walls,
Shattered portraits and blood red stains,
Results of many falls,
Candles burnt to waxy mounds,
No lighting bars the way,
And dust gathers dust, in this morbid place,
Never to see the day,
Carpet worn, from times long gone,
Moth eaten and decayed,
Old lovers trails turn ghostly plights,
As skeletons they splay,
None dare tread, down there no more,
Not those haunted corridors,
Lest someone find their way at last,
Through final time worn doors,
Past all the wreckage, and crushed debris,
Where an unloved soul smiles weak,
Where bright flame crackles in dirt black hearth,
And persistence still drips bleak,
No sweet heart for her they say,
No love, no life, no fame,
For she is the lab rat in the cage,
The pawn in loves cruel game.