The Room

December 5, 2012
Eerie silence, breathless breezes and dead stares.
The room was once a place turned into memory until it faded into legend.
The room, however was not legend, it stood in the depths of the world hidden by years of
wreckage and change and yet it survived, hidden where all could find it but none could see it.
Deathly quiet, the room contains a story that has long been forgotten, a table and two chairs;
dominate the room with weakened grace. Two silhouettes are frozen in place, cheated into the
game of eternity, played by the devil.
Laughing he watches and grins knowing they played their last card.
A game lays before them, the pieces black and white.
Time has not wearied them, they stand immaculate in the gloom
Their story is not one of justice or equality,
its trickery and deception standing in true devilish sin.
One after the other the room lured them with false pretence;
of gold and success; a good man’s undoing.
Unsuspecting they joined the game.
ignoring the devil and his trickery they made the first move.
Time moved on, seasons came and went,
and yet there they sat slowly moving into the past.
The game remains unfinished and the players undying.
For one who begins the game must end it too.
The room holds them captive and yet God has taken their souls.
leaving the bones of their foundation to inhabit.
Evil holds but one prize, they shall never rest.
For part of them must remain, to finish the game that they started.
Age has not tired his hold and time places not a mark on the room.
The room stays, waiting, wanting, calling.
for any who want to play.
its right there, tucked away in a corner of a world that has eyes
but can not see.
The room is human.

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Eric T. said...
Dec. 15, 2012 at 10:21 pm
Fantastic story.
toyalatoya said...
Dec. 14, 2012 at 1:19 pm
Great Job!
writtenmusic202 replied...
Dec. 14, 2012 at 6:52 pm
Thank you :)
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