"Castle Home"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: The Poet is Again Forced to Move On

"Castle Home"

As King I rule here alone

In my chambered bed

Once again in a palace

I can not call my own

Lost in this world of

The living dead

 Bodies without souls

Lives without gold

Eyes that have grown

Cold and still

Bones aching and brittle

Life here is such a riddle

My temple now

My own home

 I am be twigged you see

Whiddled down from a mighty tree

 By haunting faces of

Clowns and their frowns

 My princes they worry and fear

The princess her time is near

 Our Queen is under a spell

The Kingdom has bid me farewell

 Dark magic rages

Here in the middle ages

 Demons and Dragons

Crash the barricades

 The Draw has been put up

The Mote is a flame

 There is only one way in

And no way out

 Of this here Castle

When the drums of war

 Are sound

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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