Through The Trees

Through the trees I see
The old mysterious conclave calling to me.
Centuries old standing hidden among the shaded trees.
Vines like rope wrap around its walls.
Windows empty of color glass gaze out with hollow eyes.
The grand halls are silent, not even a wind like whisper.
It’s hard to forget that the halls were once alive.
Alone it has stand in isolation
No one knows what the conclave was used for.
I for one stumbled across it one day
Hearing its whisper among the shaded trees
Now I edge towards, it beckons me to come.
I will follow and hope it will tell me the secrets soon.


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