The Empty Hall
J. M. Strother

Brown leaves scatter on the wind
Dancing through the empty hall
Seen by none, and so forgotten
Where once, life was joy for all.

Jesters, bards, have long departed
Dancers, here, no longer twirl
Darkness creeps through open doorway,
Banners lie in shadow, furled.

 
~jon
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