untouched rooms in her castle

Head like a castle, Heart like a dungeon, Eyes lined with seduction, Haunted by ghosts of expectations she was trapped in a labyrinth. trying to escape, unable to find her way she stumbles upon a room; door creaking as it opens as if left untouched for years, layers of dust have settled on the furniture and blacked out the windows. a voice calling out In the distance outside the castle, running to the window she frantically trying to wipe away the build up; a useless endeavor, she runs from untouched rooms to blacked out windows searching to find a way, candles line the corridor as she sprints to dungeon, flames extinguishing, darkness encroaching, she grabs the last candle as she reaches the dungeon, Contemplation crosses he face as she hears the ghost whisperer 'set it a blaze '. she tells herself there will No longer be untouched rooms as smoke filled up the dungeon.