behind wrought iron bars
the whipping wind rips through broken glass
set behind wrought iron bars
rust creeps along the surface with ill effects
cast in black with ornate designs
gothic...victorian... art
decorations with the purpose of protection
shadows dance in pale moonlight
behind wrought iron bars
upon creaking floors covered in dust
ancient cobwebs remain undisturbed
flexing in the whipping wind
a jovial show of flexibility and strength
the dead be dead and the damned be damned
souls trapped and doomed
life after death... death after life
structures of marble stained with ash
where fires once smoldered
now empty and lifeless
the world is dead
behind wrought iron bars
where life is damned and the dead are alive
the creaking hinge of a broken door
screams into the darkness
as the wind penetrates the silence
dust rises and settles
suffocating every surface
like a layer of dead skin
a dreadfully beautiful landscape
of blackened winter
set within the walls of a crumbling structure
life exists outside
death lives within
shadows rule the halls
the whipping wind rips through broken glass
set behind wrought iron bars
protecting the restless dead
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