Castle On the Hill
Entering the castle and an evil fog enveloped me
As on the bastions of the fortress I roamed.
Fear gripped me as I fell faint on my knee.
Men lay dead on the hillside as horses' mouths foamed.
The bloody battle was won it seemed,
Bounty purloined but at what a price.
Yet in my ears I could still hear how soldiers screamed,
No riches could make them happy nor life suffice.
The fog dissipated and a vortex took me down
Inside the castle's dark and hideous caves,
Chained to the wall was the skeleton of a clown,
While on the rack I heard the groans of condemned knaves.
Tears in my eyes, I was momentarily blinded
I lost my way in the putrid alleys of the castle
I fell and for a while was truly winded,
As a pair of hands picked me up without further hassle.
The kitchen was warm and full of savoury smells
A robust man offered me scones and a cup of hot tea.
From far off I heard the peals of joyous bells
"Be careful of ghosts," he laughed with obvious glee.
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