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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