Inhuman shrieks of pain and misery echoed the hallowed halls for centuries, a deserted castle once filled with pride and joy now home to restless spirits, insects and keeper of unbearable dark secrets.
Whithered corpses disrespectfully discarded like broken rag dolls everywhere- the rebellious stench clung to the castle, inseparable. Contorted bodies decorated the walkway, undisturbed from their eternal slumber on the ice cold stone pavement. Elaborate chandeliers hung dangerously on a single eroded wire from above: with every gentle swing chips of stone plummeted vigorously towards the floor.
The corridors seem to moan in agony from every slight movement; each mighty wooden door was now slewed and frail. Trails of dried blood drew a story on the stone floors and deep gashes filled the walls of the castle. The windows were dusty that not even a single ray of sunlight was able to penetrate in to the gloomy castle.
Further in to the maze of a castle was a elegantly decorated room filled with: red roses, pink frills, vanity mirrors, cosmetics amongst other feminine things. A room that was significantly coated with life, joy and love. The compact powder untouched and the lipstick was new and not a single fingerprint was embedded in any of the make up. A heavy curtain was draped across a sturdy oak pole hid a magnificently decorated door that was ajar. It led to a flight of stairs upon which had a guardian awaiting to greet any visitors.
A fresh corpse so plain and simple; the look on her pale face told the story of how she greeted death with open arms and parted from the world with a simple & calm smile which remained stitched to her pale white face. There she laid as if asleep waiting for a gentle awakening from a charming prince, perhaps. The soft, white, silk, dress trailed down the stairs. The veil delicately arranged over the young bride's face and spotless glistening white heeled shoes were balanced effortlessly on her big toe. A fresh bouquet slept on top of her chest, shedding it's red petals as if it were mourning the death of the young girl.
Labels: Bride never to be
