The Opaque Gaze

The portrait is of a woman,
But her gaze is opaque and lost,
As if she’s looking through you
And not really seeing at all.

The chandelier casts a pallid light,
As if it’s feeding off her power,
And the crystals seem to whisper
As they drizzle down in showers.

The whole scene is ethereal and strange,
And you can’t help but wonder
What secrets does this place hold,
And what stories does the woman know.