And so I behold my manner
So grand in nature
Yet, so vile once entered
Something once pure and clean
Now a wrecked infested wasteland
Creatures crawl over every surface
Breeding without consent
Demanding resources
Taking every scrap they can

A grand ballroom
Baring witness to lushes parties
Now a sharp crunch can be heard with every step
Yet we dance on regardless
Locking our eyes on the still luxurious ceiling

Sudden to bring our eyes down
Over time to keep them distracted


How a chore this will be
One, nobody wants the privilege of
To clean up a mess so great
Time and patience
No interruption required
No encouragement