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Without end In the haunted castle where all is quiet, There walks a man with a ghostly face. It is forever changing, a million images; The nightmares staring back at him in the mirror; The memories, the dreams never spoken and the wishes never made. Dressed from head to toe in a cloak of black, He is a blast from the past And he is lost to the thoughts that have never been had. No sound to be heard on the castle grounds, Except for the wind blowing the cries of all the lost souls. The ghosts are outside walking from the beyond into the now. Time has been turned upon its head; a history of bones. The graveyard is empty, for the bodies have arisen. This land is his home, but he is without a reason inside his prison. He does not ask for salvation, because no redemption will be given. He is without a desire to be loved; he is lost without feelings. He can never leave the castle grounds, Because at the edge there exists an invisible barrier And no exit to be found. A hundred years have passed on by, since the time of his death. Some say this was his darkest time, But they are those still with breath. With all his might he stands against, The tide of what was and what still is, But still he died, still he is here and still he does not live. Now he haunts his castle alone, He is without a soulmate; he is without a friend. He has no hold of his own ill-fated soul, For he is trapped in the never seen and his life has no end. (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

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Without end In the haunted castle where all is quiet, There walks a man with a ghostly face. It is forever changing, a million images; The nightmares staring back at him in the mirror; The memories, the dreams never spoken and the wishes never made. Dressed from head to toe in a cloak of black, He is a blast from the past And he is lost to the thoughts that have never been had. No sound to be heard on the castle grounds, Except for the wind blowing the cries of all the lost souls. The ghosts are outside walking from the beyond into the now. Time has been turned upon its head; a history of bones. The graveyard is empty, for the bodies have arisen. This land is his home, but he is without a reason inside his prison. He does not ask for salvation, because no redemption will be given. He is without a desire to be loved; he is lost without feelings. He can never leave the castle grounds, Because at the edge there exists an invisible barrier And no exit to be found. A hundred years have passed on by, since the time of his death. Some say this was his darkest time, But they are those still with breath. With all his might he stands against, The tide of what was and what still is, But still he died, still he is here and still he does not live. Now he haunts his castle alone, He is without a soulmate; he is without a friend. He has no hold of his own ill-fated soul, For he is trapped in the never seen and his life has no end. (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.