The Staircase

[Guest ~lele~]

Another poem I wrote as tempest. Just wanted these back on here as me.

 

The Staircase

 

She walks along the hall

Dark walls of ebony

Blinding floors of white

Strange to her this place that she does not know

No sound she hears but her footsteps and her soft cries

No one around to see her

No arms to hold her tight

Suddenly she sees a staircase

Same marble so bright

She climbs each curved rise

Occasionally peering below

To depths all black and white

So lost she feels

So frightened and in such pain

The steps are never-ending

AThe scenery all the same

Was anyone to find her in this nightmare so insane?

The eternal abyss below

Unknown are the number of flights above

Though soft music she hears now

Is there still hope of love?

She squares her shoulders though tired

Somewhere inside arose the urge to to fight

One step and then another,

Her resolve finally growing to take back her life.