The Arrow's Path

Beneath a roof of arching grace
The grand hall stands in stately place
A symphony of light and hue
With golden floor that gleams anew

The blue hue light, a gentle glow
Illuminates the path below
The arrow points towards the end
A distant door around the bend

The grandeur here is plain to see
A marvel of technology
Yet in its silent, empty state
The hall awaits a future fate

Will it be filled with crowds again
Or left to stand, a memory then?
For now it rests in quiet peace
Awaiting time's sweet, gentle release.