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