The Castle
Last week
I went to visit an
Ancient castle
Crooked in the distance
Crow-topped, older than
Anything I could create
Around the ruins, stones
Covered in lichen and moss
Little by little, the castle sheds
Its bones.
I climbed the stairs
Worn around the edges
By the winds, to reach
Beneath the clouds
A turret, covered in
Graffiti scrawl
(From years long gone)
I decided to add my own
Name, using a key
To show that I was here.
This week
A terrific storm
Struck the land
And my castle finally fell
Collapsed into the turf
My indelible mark
My name and who I was
Vanished into the ground
Consumed by little flowers
Lost in the old dark.