A Palace
gloomy and dull
countless rooms with no windows
forbidding the sun, to light its darkness
heavy smell of rust in its walls
the ceiling, disturbingly high
as if some giant was to walk inside
no movements, no signs of life
the only sound coming from its thick silence
a heavy continuous snore
the pitch of it going too high, then coming low
making heavy music, fearsome to the ears
inside the palace so strangely awkward
deep in the room in the most center
lazying, on the coins of gold
watching over the treasure prodigious
The Red Eyed Dragon
Cool poem
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Thanks Jessica!
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Very well written
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Glad you liked it my dear
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😊😊
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