Coronation of the Wretched

There's an empty corner of an empty room
That's emptier than the rest
There's a missing thread on the broken loom
That's left the world undressed
There's a silent saying still assumed
As an oath under duress
There's the shadows holding on at noon
While the sun shines unimpressed
And the whispered word that spells out doom
With a curse that counts as blessed
In an ancient corner of an ancient tomb
The beat of a skeleton's chest