Tears dedicated to the Knight <br />Who with his stainless-steal sword <br />Fought once more against my castle. <br />He had no remorse for the damages, <br />The blood on the sword was washed off <br />He sat on a ladder to watch <br />the beautiful sunset <br />but the beauty was down here <br />with the people. <br /> <br />The friends inside rushed to mend <br />The castle’s walls, they were my dignity. <br />I was cold and wet from the rain and wind <br />But he turned away his head <br />and remained quiet to enjoy the silence, <br />the city inside was now speechless. <br /> <br />His achievement was put on the wall, <br />His entrance was forbidden including the <br />acceptance of his Wooden-Horse-shaped apologies. <br /> <br />The castle will survive, <br />Beautiful as ever it will wait <br />For a Prince, not a knight. <br />It will remember the tears <br />but future must leave them behind <br />It will accept the loss <br />but hold the walls up high..<br /><br />Ivy Christou<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tale-of-my-castle/
