These rooms, it seemed,

definitely lacked

any formal order

or classification.

Their placement defying

spatial ranking,

simply dungeons in

this labyrinth.

Thus, I silently took note

as in another room I looked.

Here were people

once too much in love

now were people

to be shunned.

Their demons seemingly took

their task

and indulged in their

schadenfreude.

Their bounty had,

by metal forged,

lost the use of

every orifice.

Painfully airtight,

o'er e'ery pore,

not even their ears

were left to be.

While in their life, they sought

to close the gaps

that they mentally

or physically had,

now achieved their goal

forever more.

Darker still the path did go

my fate, to me, was still

unknown.

That saffron sky

now succumbed to mold.

Once civilized, noticeable walls

now did decayingly fade.

The ones elevated by

excess ambition

now were overly humbled

acting as

a forgettable floor.

Each step they grumbled,

each step they howled.

The horrors of

abandoning pride,

once distinguishing,

now generic.

I saw, at last,

a shining door,

gilded with finest,

purest gold.

Nicely furnished,

pleasantly kept,

surprisingly bare

and out of place

to everything else

when I did compare.