Estate

The grand hall was overwhelming
With its arched walkways looming
The path to the ballroom was still
And chilled like winter despite the date
The footsteps echoed on stone tile
I could not help but wonder while
I walked through this grand estate
If I was the only one who walked
And ended up quite late
I kept stopping just to stare
At intricate stoneworks and lighting
Marveling at the care put in
To the massive structure
In fact when at last I reached ballroom’s floor
I was just in time to hear
The melody’s last strains
The party ended before I arrived
Even though it had been for me.