Ancient Castle Ruins poem

 It has been awhile since I have been able to be on my blog and I would like to get back to sharing some of my projects. But in the meantime I thought I would share this poem I wrote so long ago, when I was involved with all things Scottish. May you find it interesting, if sobering. We have such a short time here, may we spend it thinking of how to be happy and how to share that happiness with others. God bless you all.

Ancient Castle Ruins

Gray the mists that darken now the Keep,

tangled vines upon its wall doth creep.

Ramparts cold as winters sodden chill,

crumbled cairns, forgotten, broken, still.

Thick the ferns and mosses over stone,

in the forest glade so all alone.

Over castle once so proud and tall,

ruins now, crumble, broken, fall.

 

Tree's like spires pierce the sullen sky,

silent now the warriors battle cry.

All are covered deep beneath the soil,

long forgotten, anger, pain, and toil.

 

Fierce the gloom pervades this ancient place,

sorrow draped like shrouds upon its face.

Death and ruin mark this mystic vale,

now none remain of sad forgotten tale.