Chancellery

 These long dark halls
extensions of what history attempts to provide us
Decorated railings staircases to shadows
Huge empty spaces

inviting with their echoes
Numbing with their silence
Formal with their patterns
built for events and legal matters

Like a hollow adolescent
willing to be possessed 
by an eldritch entity
Stale air, it's bad breath

One may marvel at the years it took
To erect such a token of architecture
Yet even the simple pedestrian may comment if caught
He gives such an enigmatic place no second thought