Disenchanted Residence

Disenchanted Residence

She hovered near the bannister was that a voice she heard it had been so long since she’d heard a voice a man’s voice yes the dust the plaster that had fallen over the years softly swirled as she passed the stairs in search of the voice the voice of a man it echoed up the through marble and fallen time it echoed through her and she felt alive for a moment then the voice died away was gone was but a breath of wind in the ancient air and air filled with her light presence disenchanted false ethereal glazed with novel wind and shaded without life…