Pondering Castle Ruins At Dusk

Pondering Castle Ruins At Dusk I came upon you near to dusk watching on the final hill as modern sculpture, graced stone calm, slumbering, still. I wandered through the ghostly rooms sparely traced by tumbled walls seeking echoes from soft souls who coloured life into your walls. I touched your stone with tender hand seeking signs of yesterday a remnant of another time rains had washed your tales away Yet something of those times remain within the spaces of your keep the wind it sped a reedy tune and voices murmured slow and deep.