Silent Castle

SILENT CASTLE

Soaring swooping resting on a cloud

pick the eyes from the corpses shit on there shroud

heads on spikes down by the tower where the little girl sells her flowers

the castles sit silent witness and wait for a knock at the gate

To those who manned the mast their Standards and flags did fly

trumpeting out their war cry many an innocent life was spent

by little men all hell bent the passing of time sealing there fate

the sea turned to blood murderous rampages in the mud

For King and country I slay all I ask is a bed of hay

for somewhere to lay my head for tomorrow I may be dead

Against the roar of the sea the anguished cry of convict and free

heretics traitors and men pure of heart fighting for rooms filled with fine art

The king and his cronies her royal tart tore the whole country apart

along came Richard the Lion heart for the realm did his part

now the great halls are silent open only for tourists who pay

careful when you walk this way do not stray for their is an oubliette

With no way out you can bet maybe it will claim another yet

cold hearts and hands lived in these lands

now there ghosts they wander silently learned men still ponder

forever bound never again to make a sound

Castle of cold grey stone I shall always call you home

in the past is where we belong some day again we shall meet

and then they can put a name to the ghostly feet

forever I will roam the place I call home

from the parapet on high to the waterlogged dungeon I lye

I taunt you intruders parked in my garden with your cars

rattle the chains bang on the pipes

laugh like hell as you run for your lives

go away leave me alone

my castle my fortress my home

~ by tarletan on February 20, 2008.