A Castle Forlorn: A Poem

A Castle Forlorn


A castle forlorn
built as a tower of strength
long ago
it has fallen
to the ravages of time
that mysterious force
that sees all men's bodies
eventually crumble to dust
and all of their monuments succumb to ruin.


This place served as a banqueting hall for kings, queens, princes and princesses
It is now covered with moss
serving as a mattress of sleep
for this form of vegetation.
Once mighty knights stood in its towers so high
now squirrels play on its pillars fallen so low.


This place served as inspiration for great ballads and epic poems
Now only the song of the nightingale sings its praises
and only the cry of the eagle heaps its scorn.


If these stones could talk
what tales they'd tell
But the stones are silent
as silent as the graves
of their lords and ladies
from long ago.


-A poem written
by Christopher
Sunday August 23rd 
2015.