Shutters creak

Written by: Mark Norton

 Shutters creak

Come swing closed the shutter and lock the door
For here I shall long for life no more,
Until those things held captive by mortal man
May oft lay hidden and condemned

The castles do crumble through a million days
Back to the stones from where they came,
And the child we loved shall age and wither
Before our maturing eyes

And now the silence, not of the night
Nor a wind through this windows crack,
Where the shutter creaks on its broken hinge
The quiet of the evening is spent

                By M.Norton