The Castles of Princes

To that waving angry sea sand, In that twilight hours for cattle, The 'Princes of Time' built Castles. Some said ,"mine's better". "Mine" ,one said. Under the sky of dawn winter , They raised flags to limit the sky. Turned up, turned side, stayed quick - I saw. I hate their *roses, red though. I hate their shrilling song of "My". They built, they played, they fought, they marred, Unto the twilight - nearing dark. These Princes though very little, Unto the twilight - nearing dark, At the shore, they built SAND Castles. *Roses = lips