A Place Made Of Shadows

Walking along this darkened hall
Treading carefully so as not to fall
Like the bride of Death; her black wedding dress
Draping along the cold stone floor.
Bouquets of wilting orchids line the endless walls
The details are so clear; I hear dark angels' calls.
Satan's on my scent; he smells the fear within
The nightmare's all too real, the joke is wearing thin.
There's no escaping this place tonight
It feels my every thought
Did I come here for a reason?
Am I lost, or was I brought?
In response a clock fades in from nowhere
A twisted resemblance of Big Ben;
All sense of time seems lost:
It chimes twelve, then once again.
But the large hand spins, slows and stops
Pointing somewhere towards my right
I follow it's direction with unfocused eyes -
My gaze falls upon a pale green light.
The smaller hand then follows
As if telling me to go
I eagerly obey because
A chilling wind starts to blow.
I arrive at the eerie green glow and realise
It leaks from underneath a door
But this door won't budge, and there reads a sign:
"You shall remain in this dark place for evermore".