Visions
The Ancient Castle
There it stands, silent, brooding,
lying in the chill, white mists,
like a withered, ancient sovereign
fallen from greatness.
Behind the black battlements
of an encircling wall
its top crumbling in places,
rise antique towers
with black, conical roofs
weathered by the
winds and rains of ages.
along side ran a
roaring, mill race river
once used to fill the moat.
cobwebs fill the empty hallways.
Do apparitions of forgotten
Lords and Ladies
tread their midnight paths,
leaving no footprints
in the gathering dust?
Once proud pennants
waved above the ramparts
and the hooves of gallant knights
clattered across the drawbridge.
In the now crumbling chapel
aspiring to knighthood
men spent their lonely vigil
pledging to aid the poor,
the defenseless,
to uphold the Right
at whatever cost!
And lonely wives once
prayed for the safe return
for their valiant husbands.
Oh! The glory that once was!
The grandeur lost
in the sands of time!
lying in the chill, white mists,
like a withered, ancient sovereign
fallen from greatness.
Behind the black battlements
of an encircling wall
its top crumbling in places,
rise antique towers
with black, conical roofs
weathered by the
winds and rains of ages.
along side ran a
roaring, mill race river
once used to fill the moat.
cobwebs fill the empty hallways.
Do apparitions of forgotten
Lords and Ladies
tread their midnight paths,
leaving no footprints
in the gathering dust?
Once proud pennants
waved above the ramparts
and the hooves of gallant knights
clattered across the drawbridge.
In the now crumbling chapel
aspiring to knighthood
men spent their lonely vigil
pledging to aid the poor,
the defenseless,
to uphold the Right
at whatever cost!
And lonely wives once
prayed for the safe return
for their valiant husbands.
Oh! The glory that once was!
The grandeur lost
in the sands of time!
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The Ancient Castle
The Ancient Castle
