Posted on May 25, 2012


Big and brooding
Standing proud
Looking foreboding
Whispering sounds
Coming from deep
In her depths
At the castle keep
Voices of the dead

The ancient stone
Tells a tale
Standing alone
Through trial and betrayal
Blood spilt thick
Through its gory past
Oozing through brick
Where shadows won’t cast

Kings and Queens
Ruled this roost
Where some have been
In battle to boost
Defending the castle
And the land
From invading rascals
At least the plan

Hundreds of years
Pass it by
Sheds no tears
For it can’t cry
But it is alive
This castle proud
Listen carefully, do try
To it’s saddened sounds

Posted in: Poetry