It's late evening,
The Sun dying, is going down;
It's getting so dark all over the land,
And high up there too, in that old castle
Upon the cliffs facing the sea;
Silence had fallen within
Filling with mystery,
All the endless halls
And emptied rooms;
A pin dropped could had been heard
Falling across over the majestic,
Oversized rooms....
But then of sudden a piano's sad notes,
Sometimes can be heard, sneaking
All the way in..
While the wind outside with the high
Waves rises and lashes
At the rugged rocks below,
Starting a painful howling
Like that of an
Immortal and wounded beast;
Then the forbidden castle itself,
From its very foundation
Seems to shake,
Within the castle's walls
Now a very beautiful girl is always there,
Wearing a long, and
Ivory-snow white colored, very old fashioned dress;
Pensive, stares at nothing and
Everything,
Sorrows untold, shows on her face,
Fearful are, her eyes so sad,
In the semi-lit big and beautiful room,
Holding again her glowing candle
Like a torch or flaming sword,
She starts to walk all through the
Emptied and endless rooms and
Ancient halls,
There, in that forgotten and forbidden
Place,
That once she had loved so much;
But now, she's doomed to live there
Forever, and ever;
She's imprisoned, she's a trapped soul,
In that very huge and cold mass of
Only stones;
There in that old castle she's just a
Ghost.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006
August.17.2015
-'Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.'
- Mark Twain -
