Try and guess what my next piece is about~

A Midnight Meet
In the crepuscular glow of forest canopies,
dusty windows gleam like purple eyes in the dusk.
The pathway is shrouded in wild weeds,
and saplings that never seem to grow nor die.

The heavy doors creak open without a push,
and seals shut behind you as a sign of welcome.
Stone guardians greet you with dark ruby glares
as a cold breeze slithers in from unshuttered holes.

What seemed to be shrieks echo from the dining hall,
and the sound of toppled chairs meet you.
A midnight vision of a figure hovering over a stale banquet
leaves an afterimage - a fleeting grasp of your mind.

Faded ink on torn pages are scattered across the floor.
A portrait steals glances through the walls,
conferring with ominous flashes of a screen.
A clandestine meeting is held behind closed doors.
Perhaps on how to hide the castle's secrets,
underneath the weeds.