As if the oldest voices of yesterday
Still spoke yet within the late of today~
As if telling still stories many
Of their life and in their own way~
Riding to a house I once knew long ago
I came across an unlit place upon the way
And upon this darkest wettest night
How it seemed un seen things were out to play
As I rode upon my trust horse
I all of a sudden then rode to a stop~
As the wettest rain drizzled down
And myself and my horse wet as a mop~
The silowet of what looked like an old castle
Black against the half lit evening sky~
And as if within the clouds grey and moving
Two large black birds they flew so slowly by~
The trees so wet and branches were sagging
Weighted by an as if icy fog of old~
They Hung there damp and ever heavy
The cold wind how I heard it scold~
The distant sound of water running over stone
In lower ditches somewhere there nearby~
Rushing as water escaped the wettest slopes
From rain having fell heavy from the sky~
As my horse it just stood as if frozen
And sat tight legged stirrup as I gazed~
At the sight of this shadowy building
I was almost hauntingly and totally amazed~
The very sight of this weird construction
A way more than haunting sight~
As chilly air rushed across my face
My horse shivered with sheer plight~
I imagined back away when once again
When knights in armor how they rode~
And ladies fair dressed with such a flare
And lived in stone temple castle abodes~
I then rode on through the evening
My horse felt and shivered so with chill~
A sadness reined as if a memory gained
A time now gone and to return hope it never will~