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.
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