The Castle

Realities: --- break ---

The Castle --- break ---

Silent as a grave,
A dull grey mist blanket,
An all pervading drizzle,
Covers moss encased stones.

A Norman arch,
Still standing,
Despite the weight of centuries,
Holds fast against time.

The old castle is part of the town now,
In every wall, church and house,
Any and all useful bits of stone,
Robbed from the once impregnable protector.

Only ghosts of buildings remain,
Shattered stones, a castle's broken heart,
Fragments of remaining grandeur,
Hinting of a once great fortress.

The stones watch through time,
What has been may one day be again,
History of ages still to be written,
The book of the castle is not closed.