The Castle
Gaping open lie a mouth
waiting to devour
all who trespass there,
the stolid castle yawns its cursed
and mesmerizing embrace.
The eyes of the window peer down
like the hollows of a skull
and behind them
phantoms parade their glittering taunts
and march to the tune of death.
The Spirits of the Dead entice the weary
to stay for brandy or a cup of tea,
They hear the silent communication,
then to walk away, if they can,
as if nothing happened
as if they never heard the bitter
song of their destiny.
Gaping open lie a mouth
waiting to devour
all who trespass there,
the stolid castle yawns its cursed
and mesmerizing embrace.
The eyes of the window peer down
like the hollows of a skull
and behind them
phantoms parade their glittering taunts
and march to the tune of death.
The Spirits of the Dead entice the weary
to stay for brandy or a cup of tea,
They hear the silent communication,
then to walk away, if they can,
as if nothing happened
as if they never heard the bitter
song of their destiny.
It has been a very long time since I wrote a blog. It has been an eternity. A long time since I have been myself or felt like myself. The mundane world gets in the way of reality -- the true plane of my existence. I strive to be better than I am, to be both here, in this everyday place of sorrows and dreads, and to be there, in the world of my imagination. I long to be in the world of honor, and chivalry and exquisite, sacred love. But, the daily tedium of the routine catches me just as I plan my escape. I have escaped for now and maybe I will be able to allude my captors for a much longer adventure this time.
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