I Walked These Walls
Old but not forgotten, sleeping but not gone;
Fragments of a stronghold that battles on
Still weathering storms, though with little defence,
Sparks sadness within - though it makes no sense.
So why does this space stir my soul
With its whispered ancient calls?
They still fly the flag, but this place's pride
Is recorded in the ether of the bits left behind.
My soul speaks belonging, while the walls crumble down
And only the birds find shelter here now.
So why does this feel like coming home,
Like a thousand magnetic pulls?
Ascending the spiral, my spirit feels freed;
Looking down from above, my heart beats, it bleeds
For a once-loved kingdom now left in repose.
Yet within these walls resound beautiful echoes,
For I know each turret, each tower, each stone.
I hear their song. I walked these walls.
Copyright (c) Silverla StMichael 6th July 2013
Copyright © Silverla Stmichael | Year Posted 2014
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