Castle's Dark, with ....
Crumbling walls.
Feathered tails, silently sway ......
Where blackened crows, now hang.
T' the rattle of,dead men's bones.
Eerie, whispers, still the..... night.
As cold winds,
now blow forgotten souls.
Over blood stained flagstones,
in
empty halls.
Giajl © Jim Love