Castles

Castles; those lofty symbols of a romantic, long gone past For centuries enduring... Seemingly ever they will last Ghosts of kings and knights Perhaps walk their halls on nights When tourists are gone and safely in their bed Tales of sorcerors and dragons Their dreams are being fed Seiges, famines, wars, and slow decay Have long taken their dear toll My greedy eyes do wander The past before my mind The taste of things of then My dreams would love to find Awestruck, and feeling so, so small Standing before their thick stone walls and mighty towers tall Perhaps in some forgotten incarnation I once walked right here Maybe brave and armed, or maybe scared Froxen to this spot in cold and clammy fear Imagination, I don't know... It really matters not Brazen brave or just plain fearful I was then what I now am not alot.... Time, as transitory reality A phantom not to trust The person i might have been then Has long since turned to dust.