Member Poem

A lamp, standing in the corner precariously, shed little rays of light from under its heavy shade.

The beams shot out as if escaping a cave and froze any falling dust particles in time,
allowing them for a brief second to glisten in mid air before they were hidden by the darkness again,

Dust was prevalent on every surface,

though it was more visible on a giant throne like chair that sat next to one of the windows.

Its fabric was tattered and misshapen making it look very fragile.

The wood that provided the foundation was fading from a dark chestnut to a meek gray, like a once great warrior touched by the hands of time, huddled hiding in the corner of the room, alone and weak.