In hallowed halls of baroque design,
A lecture space now left behind.
Of grandeur once, now fading away,
Decay and whispers of a bygone day.
Windows cracked in soft morning light,
A crestfallen beauty, an explorer’s delight.
Chairs sit empty, desks worn and bare,
A beautiful elegance, lost in despair.
Papers in chaos, like leaves in the breeze,
Scattered remnants of knowledge at ease.
Yet, in this decay, a melancholy art,
A testament to knowledge's fragile heart.