standing
in the darkened corner of the castle
the knight...honed to perfection
ancient whispers…undetected
floating down hallways
sunlight dripping
past cracks of the weathered door
the wind beats a chorus
upon the attics lonely chambers
closet doors creak
drapes move in waves of silk and sheen...
dead-bolt echoes shatter silence
ghosts stir in the dungeon
shackled and chained
steel sworded fences guard narrow bridges
untried by enemies...
the days follow order
padlocked and serene
in a castle kept clean
Saturday, January 19, 2008
In A Castle Kept Clean
Posted by Bob at 9:39 AM
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