I have a castle
I have a castle on a mountain
the walls are thick and strong
skillfully carved from themountain itself
no army has broken through
no storm has blown it down
there is only one gate in the wall
strong and made of steel
A king and queen once lived there
a scorceress she was
she sent many storms at the castle
to try and break it down
but now the castle appears dark and empty
some say the King is still there
they say he lives alone
she is gone now
and the storms to have faded
in my castle is a room
just a small room really
lined with shelves
this room once was bright and warm
but now it lies dark and cold
like the castle that it is in
the shelves are not full of books
but of bottles dusty and dark
sealed up tight
the bottles were once full
filled with dreams and hopes
but now they contain nothing
except emptiness and pain
dust from many years covers the floors
a little trail of footprints are on the floor
small footprints really
elegant footprints like those of a lady
and on a shelf is a bottle
freshly placed there it seems
clean and bright and shinning
A wind blows throught the newly opened gate
a breeze really, just a gust or two
but the dust blown up of things long forgotten
is heavy in the air.
the breeze fades and again all becomes still
the dust gently settles down
like it had never been moved at all
but on the ground can still be seen
the trail of where a Lady walked
much fainter now but not erased.
the bottle that was bright has now dimmed
not extinquised altogether yet
but faintly glowing as if waiting.
waiting for the gentle loving touch
of the Ladies hand that would
bring it back to life
but she does not return
the foot prints are gone now
covered by the dust of the memory of her
the light in the bottle flickers and is gone
the room now is dark and cold again
and all in the castle is as it was before