Nothing

I bet you think the room was empty*

As the soft light made its way across

And the ornate and cumbersome door closed behind

The decorated walls that shone with accomplishments

Now were left bare

The floor, once was covered in lavish rugs,

Now left abandoned and stripped

As the biting wind breezed through the open window

By Vassili Fassas

*Taken from Dan Albergotti’s the Boatloads