Tarnished Silver

Intricately designed silverware sat at a long table

Carefully placed next to ornate porcelain china 

Silver goblets so shiny you could use them as a silvery mirror

A perfect reflection

Showing a perfect complexion 

Warm candles’ strong glow,

Bright as the sun 

Lighting up the vast chateau

With seats neatly lined in a row

The silverware and goblets are tarnished

No longer able to see your reflection

Hiding your broken perfection

Cobwebs collect under the plates

And in the corners of the vast empty room

All the seats are empty leaving too much space

Cold moonlight shines through the windows

Casting harsh shadows

One small candle flicker, flicker, flickers

And dies out