Tower In Slumber
Mild is the air that embraces this place
as daybreak heralds its twittering sigh.
The entrance stands majestic though alone
With strains of minuet that can beguile.
The castle’s horn purrs for the Prince and wife
she, regaling halls with fairy-like strokes.
One beautiful power the court adores
gentle her glow, the pride of renaissance.
Through walks beyond the gate , into the mead
A piper enhances the Lady’s young heart.
Sweeter the tune, she follows a winding track
Where river deep clutches her lace-tied feet.
Tower wails an unending hymn of pyre
while the Prince spills flowers down through the moat.
In slumber’s demeanor, lies his Lady fair;
a castle once brimming now stooping low.
10th Contest Castles
1.31.14
Copyright © Franco Gonza | Year Posted 2014
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