Darkling Castle

My mind is a sea at dawn flush with the colors of a song. I know that it could do no wrong as it travels through and on. She came to me with smiles fair and wished that I would have a care. Although the rendering wouldn’t dare to come out of its knowing lair. What beauty that I will behold is like a story never told. The light that can never be sold and yet delivers an unending toll. Tomorrow the harp will be played and has no more I wish to save. The notes have much that I would say from the darkling castle grave.