Noone had seen it get this bad before
The windows looked lifeless
They were no longer letting in the light
They were blurring existence
Jagged edges of reality
That's the way the mirrors were left in the bedroom
What had once mirrored such happy reflections
Had now been covered in a layer of life that had fallen over the years
Suffocating the floors
That once showed wealth with real oak
Were now covered in overdue letters and newspapers with articles detailing events to commemorate life
The kitchen was still laid out for a dinner party
A party that would never happen
Bottles of expensive champagne and flutes lined the side boards of the kitchen
The oven was full of decapitated finger food
A spread fit for a queen
Was now just green dust and well past its sell by date
This house was a castle
A castle for anyone lucky enough to live in it
Huge rooms, tall ceilings
Paintings of generations before lined the corridors
The dressing room was full of historic artefacts
Walking into the four walls created an overwhelming feeling of long forgotten happiness
This house was a home
This house was filled with a loving family once upon a time
The virus had wiped out so many houses like this
The streets all lay, lined up houses like cattle awaiting their final day
The visit to a slaughter house
For this town had not been so lucky
This virus had choked the lives that once filled the shops, streets and houses
No cars drove these streets anymore
We closed the doors
Slammed them shut
For the next passerby to share in the tour
The tour of an apocalypse that was man made
Something that could have been avoided
The light in the street flickered as almost to come back to life
Pop went the bulb
The light was out
The street went black
