Castles
Staunch the turrets stand, stark, grey, bare
Staunch the turrets stand, stark, grey bare; Towering high, cold, mean into the wintry air, Fickle fingers of fortress reaching high, Sinister silhouettes against a midnight sky.
Noble, its arches bow, protecting within; Soldiers fought to save kith and kin, And together they battled, bitter and strong, Until slowly crushed by the advancing throng.
Stones of ages past, each a story to tell, Torture seeping through in each a hell, Now, tranquility reigns, an owl quietly calls, Chaos of battles past ingrained deep in its walls.
Throughout the years seasons ebbed and flowed, Warm sunlight baked the earth where cattle once lowed; Sublime, inanimate, never to be beat, It stands in all its glory, a wondrous feat.






