Room Frozen in Time (Haunted Hall series)

Quietly creaking, the door does open
Arctic wind assailing the senses
Burning pale skin red
Artificial health
Within the room ice covers all
Turning bare soles black
Moonlight from a single window
Insanely bright
A death-pallored ballroom
Crystalized flowers lay among frozen tables
Frost-chilled pictures line the walls
Mocking with silent glee
Memories of bygone torment
A lifetime ago
A few years past
Just yesterday
This morning, perhaps
Teardrops freeze upon corpse-white cheeks
Blood-red tracks
Black-pained feet slap the floor
Ever fast
Never slipping
Quicksilver’s path
The door creaks again
Almost too heavy
Then slams shut
Echoing down the haunted hall