Hollow Halls Reclaimed

Fighting Darkness with the Flame

Cobwebbed and tangled tapestries constricting you,

emptiness fills the rooms,

the numbing fumes fully subsumed.

You are stuck in a petrified daze as you gaze,

as phantom shapes drift through the haze.

Frozen in place, your strength replaced

with shame’s cold embrace.

Regret’s slow poison coursing the brain,

amnesia’s flow rotting the veins.

Forgetting the warmth of peace,

as it slips away when you release.

The halls were once bright,

dancing with light.

No covered windows,

no sight of flight.

No hiding,

no lying.

Trust binding confiding lives.

But it was corroded,

eroded,

imploded

by the rusted blade

of twisted strife.

Invasive persuasion

of unwanted guests,

new tenants like shadows,

whispers tormenting your rest.

What will you do to reclaim your domain?

Will your desiccated spirit remain

captive to the chains of decay?

Or will you ordain the battle, unchained,

with demons slain,

and your soul reclaimed?

No longer prey to temptation’s game,

ashes smolder where darkness came.

Through fractured glass,

dawn takes form.

A house restored,

rays of hope reborn.

Golden beams kiss hollow scars,

once a prison,

now crowned in stars.

Forevermore.

No longer lost.

Your light burns on

despite the cost.