THE HALLS OF LONELINESS

The halls of the lonely are hollow and cold,
Only roaming thoughts stalk the passages from days of old,
Who's walls are decorated by portraits of passed memories,
Past memories with no present to form future stories.

Life in these halls is but a fleeting fading existence,
None walk these halls as darkness thickens,
None care for these halls and dust settles,
Songs which echo through these halls have no ears.

Are empty halls fond or familiar with fear,
As times of reckoning draw near,
As the cracks grow wide and deepen
Who enters these halls, one to reinforce or further weaken?

The lonely play no part in the guessing game of love
Submission is however imminent, when loving circumstance comes to shove.