There stands defiant before you <br />the cold stone castle keep. <br />The moss and lichen drying <br />the bitter tears it weeps. <br />Green and grey blend in between <br />the rocks so manfully hewn. <br />As north wind chases though its heart <br />playing a haunting tune. <br />And all around a shroud encased <br />the shadow nightfall brings. <br />It wraps its hands around this face, <br />the foot beneath its wings. <br />And standing in the long parched moat, <br />its coverage with rime, <br />a chill runs down the watcher’s back <br />as he slips into time.<br /><br />chris dawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/castle-keep/
