Old Castle
The old grey castle is dark,
Wait, through a broken window
I see some striking light.
What I do see is beyond me.
The flames are going to hit the
floor, where small lighting
flashes bore through .
Where oh where can I hide?
Not under the bed, that 's a floor.
I think I'll wake up and see
no more.
Anne Rutherford
For Leighann Anderson's contest
Magic Words.
Copyright © Anne Rutherford | Year Posted 2011
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