Hanging in Picture Frames

the crystals in the antique chandelier above me rattled,
telling tales via the wind whistling through the shattered mosaic windows;
of days gone where the ballroom floor would be filled with dancing strangers:
women with necks coated in jewels and men filling their dance cards

the floorboards creaked as they settled further into their home,
the slowly sinking foundation of the church, and i heard them complaining
of the lack of cleaning and dusting that they went through;
that their sneezes (groans) frightened the guests although they did so admire them

it’s an unlikely occurrence that you would accompany me to this:
an abandoned building, a long forgotten piece of architecture,
whose glory days have been and gone, just like the old car parked outside it,
the paint job rusted and chipping, and tyres drooping knowing they will never turn again

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prompt 14/30: doomsday