In long narrow-ish  ways to the hall

   I hear murmurs, and feel diaphanous shadows all lurking.

    Walking the way thousands souls once have & had walked.

These hallways has never seen the sunlight's smiling

and flowers outside blooming.

Windowless walls cries in the cracks & dies in skin peelings

which falls down often  on the blood red marble floors 

like

burnt paper pieces.

  All these paths has only seen stumps, drags and marching 

of 

legs wearing boots.