The ending

Footsteps...echo in the halls...they climb in loudness,closer...

Some statues stand there in the shade,their still beauty taking over.

Perfection drips across the sky,an indescribable feeling.

As clouds of sadness gather up and float across the ceiling.

Footsteps echo in the halls.....their closest hour at hand.

As perfection dripping, a feeling only few understand.

The grace of statues fading,as time flies by the clock.

A ship of problems waiting it lies anchored at the dock.

As footstep clearly louder,the people passed me by.

My teardrops falling slowly as,as cold air in the sky.

The footstep clearly weakend,the last echo from the walls.

As the door slams shut...and the final curtain..................falls.