Chair

The oblique crimson flooring enveloped the feet,
Feet nailed as slave to master.
Cast iron stewards so slender in size,
Captured and bound the dark metal bridge.
Connecting nails contorted as light trapped by prism,                                                                Piercing the hard forged flesh of bondage.                                                                                        While polished wooden armrests sang as sirens to the bridge...

Splashed against the back, so black, lied a polished oak frame,
A Roman conqueror draped in crimson strength,
Too strong to show seams sown to rest,
I digress...

The base sown of blood,
Was not lacking, rather, always present.                                                                                                  An insistent presence among the ignorance,
Simple yet distinctly complex,                                                                                                                    An ever-present reminder of the dark.
Warnings oppressed and overlooked under the weight of fools,
Yet still serving...

Underneath and Unappreciated.