They hold secrets and truths.
Some have stood for centuries, while others have only for decades.
Laughter, joy, and intimacy have at one time emanated a superficial harmony with one another down its once vibrant corridors
It has welcomed new life inside its walls while its creators walked tall through its halls.
On its green fields were social gatherings where people would drink with an insatiable thirst and gossip for amusement.
But in its depths, there held more sinister tales, ones of lies, deceit, and death
A stygian cloud of revenge and hatred pervaded its cellars
it was a mist of arguing, which turned into a downpour of fists pounding into one another
There was the relentless thundering of a hammer cracking against bone.
Without warning, a punishing lightning strike of retribution was stabbed firmly into the flesh
As the storm passed,
The dirt-encrusted floor ran with an amalgamation of tainted scarlet and regret.
Now standing on trial, it\'s judged by all who wish not to experience its tainted barriers, which have sentenced it to a slow, painful death by way of deterioration.
So after many years, it gradually falls into disrepair
The top layers have slightly collapsed in on themselves from the fall of a great oak
Its windows, at one time, had been made from the finest of crystal, allowing the grandest of light to radiate throughout, and are now all but boarded up.
The mice infiltrate its skeletal remains like fury parasites gnawing away at the decrepit timber where its makers once stood.
And so there it stands, shackled by time and forgotten, waiting for someone to free it from its groundless punishment
but no one comes to its aid.