This Old Castle

This Old Castle This old castle, groans under the bright sky stones weeping from blood soaked in long ago. Granite walls and invaders to deny, forced entry or even catapult throw! This old castle, dark nights music creeps out sad songs tell of blood and decaying bones. Many say ghosts scream and float all about whispered curses in agonized low tones! This old castle, fortress to protect life boiling oil poured on attackers below. Death, sad pain washed in misery and strife war the worst kind of dark and bloody show! Old castle quietly guards its sad tales. Yet often, one hears those sad midnight wails. Robert J. Lindley, 12-19-2015 Form: Sonnet Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 103