The Hospital Trilogy Part Three - Bedlam No More

Now hushed bleak sterile corridors recall the cries, laughter and tears of those once termed insane; all is still now. Rooms behind forbidding windows, shutters slam-dance lazily in the breeze; all is empty. No actual cells, no straw on cruel stone floors or padded walls, reality is cracked linoleum and Formica; all is quiet. The local Bedlam towers black, decaying dead slumber, etched against a red-tinged horizon. No movement now within the confines of her walls, other than upon the evenings of the Autumnal moon, when perhaps resonances of the past send strange drifting spectres to walk the balconies and pace the grey great hall, acting out the bygone dramas of this home, this refuge, Asylum. Those who would dare to venture here on such tragi-comic nights would see; but no one comes here and no one sees and all too few care or understand, for all that is past are now dead memories, and all that is to follow is the truest madness...