Castle

Willows guard the old castle overtaken by viridescent ivy;

fallen stone knights resting in their mighty cracked hauberks.

Shattered glass once clear as water now moldy and ancient,

the shimmer and glitter faded away to a distant sea-crest

to be stolen by the lonely hands of Sometime and Somewhere.

The derelict stairwell coaxes shadows from her dusty steps

tripping into daylight and vanishing in the overgrowth.

Decay is still; the wind is fading quietly into hazy phantoms;

the underworld's storm is rearing thunderheads beneath

the broken statues; old brass crowns on dark crystal thrones.

Author's Note

(Leg. G.)

Reviews

[Relic]

You are a very talented writer. The descriptions here are beyond the normal blandness I've often seen on this site. Keep writing.

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[Ghost]

This was so good, I see it in my mind this castle sitting on a bluff and all overgrown and crumbling... Thanks for sharing

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of description Anna. You allowed the reader to see the ancient castle. The broken down art that became alone and abused. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote