Redlayn

What is it that I seek in this grand hall of mine, where stories of a past long forgotten intertwine?

The battles that brave knights fought, though their defeat dread only brought. Battlefields soaked with crimson lies, where only a sorrowful crow flies.

A forest where the path is never clear, a silver mist slithers through it's trees. It's tears shimmer in the dark with ease, and the next step, filled with fears.

Taking a look around the hall, in the corner I spot a shadowy ball. As I carefully tread towards the shadow, a pained fiend shows me it's sorrow.

The feeling of a trusted glance, sets in motion sparks that ablaze. A burning passion suddenly awoken, softly charred the emotions that were broken.

Across the hall is a door, a door that leads to a path. A path to a garden with petals scattered across it's floor, the flowers, destroyed with a wilted bond.

I wish to not take care of the flowers anymore, the hatred for the gifter fueled furthermore. A person that left me all alone, made me wear a crown of the foolish one.

Perhaps another time, my visit to the hall will not be so lonesome. Yet I cannot help but wonder, who'd dare to catch a glimpse of this burdensome?

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