Crumbling Castles
The castles built by human hands
crumble from the flood of years.
The moss that covers the ancient stones
are woven from nature's pool of tears.
A fabled dream of past nobility
haunts the aging body of rocks.
While the iron gates of stern dungeons
struggle to exist with rusted locks.
Spirits whisper within the frigid air,
leaving their stories upon the fairy tale grounds.
Winds caress the lofty towers,
singing over unmarked burial mounds.
These fading monuments of yesterday
reach out from mankind's dark past.
Museums of crumbling castles testify
that time's judgement arrives too fast.
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