Chains

A darkened palace, a prison, a keep,
Where blood runs down and secrets seep,

Corridors, endless, shadows dance,
But perfectly silent, still at a glance,

Chains clink and clatter, in the blackness, voices moan,
This abandoned kingdom, where seeds of darkness are sown,

Whispers behind curtains, creaking of rusty doors,
Shadows flicker in candlelight, scuttling across the floors,

Lifeless trees watch through windows, but are they dead or just patient?
The howling wind echoes through, masks the voices from the basement,

A hooded figure by my side, carries a dim, crooked candle,
A drop of sweat drips down my forehead as he slowly turns the handle,

I was warned before coming here, but curiosity had seized my mind,
And now all I have left to do is mourn the life I left behind,

Now I, as many before me, have come to meet my fate,
It was always going to end like this, from the moment I stepped through the gate,

This is the final ending, the knife at the edge of the room,
Forever to reside here, this place shall be my tomb.