Hi steemians! c: Hidden- an original poem

However,
There is a notion that all great artists
Must Reflect upon the darkness
Afterall every fable has its villain
So take a left, a right, then down the stairs
two more lefts across the hall yes right there

Now into the hidden chamber; I hope you aren’t afraid of danger

You’ll see your breath as it passes your mouth
She’s Behind the clouds, take light steps be careful. watch out.
She’s Slumped upon the ice cold floor.
An empty shell of a being who is no more
Occupying this dreary dungeon
Her head an inhabitant of dysfunction

A curious lass tainting my sanity
I’ll scrub till it’s raw purely for vanity,
hoping to salvage my only humanity
failing so desperately screaming profanity

I’ve been quite worried that her presence will ruin the picture of perfection
The stain in the glass the tiring infection
Perceivably why I didn’t pass the inspection

I’ve gone to my wit's end to hide her away
After all you know what they say

Is the demon really dead If you're too afraid to chop off her head?
If you wouldn’t dare let a soul see her bleed.
If you are too petrified to do the deed

So Do me a favor
keep your eyes locked on the scarlet stained concrete.
Don’t lose your gaze as her blood washes away beneath my feet.

For I was told when a tree falls in an empty forest
It lacks a rumble
So open your ears. And Listen for the ever-present tumble

This is my oath to write of peculiar things. I won’t lock away the. nightmares. I'll scribble down even the most sinister of dreams.