I Roam and Haunt the Halls of the Castle
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I weep as I haunt the ruins of this castle
once a handmaiden, then the king’s mistress.
lavished in silks, gold, and silver tassel,
envy, pierced well born ladies interest.
Sneered and hated on my upcoming reign,
good times didn’t last long. a drop in my cup
of sweet wine of tearful death was very plain,
placed away from their space in ageless sleep.
Swishing sounds from my gown sweeps these stone steps,
of these shadowy chilling stone fortress.
With hushed tears I haunt the long corridors
yearning for the radiance of my dreams.
7/30/2016
Contest:Three Stanzas- Three Only
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Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016
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