On mountain high you sit
Neglected and forlorn.
Such beauty I have never seen,
As what your walls pose.
And love has not completely left
Your long beguiled walls.
Life it never turns out,
Exactly how we want
But in the minds of others
Your plight is felt with warmth.
Oh pretty little castle,
Way up high, on mountain side.
I'll dream of you to night.
In all your splendour true.
And imagine I lived in you,
Before you got misused.
A lovely little life we'd have,
All happiness and light.
Your walls we'd feel with laughter.
Of love and happy thoughts.
Good luck for the future,
Live long and peaceful dear.
Your truly not forgotten,
And you have plenty left to give.
A contest entry
- Montsegur Castle-Cathars-CHECK THIS ONE OUT-ABUNDANCE OF POETIC INSPIRATION PIF- #91 - PIF for Gold I won in Penmans PIF contest by Roaddog Wolf.
1300 points, ended July 21, 2008, 4 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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nicely penned, different take on the prompt and I wandered in the dreams you have mentioned and imagined the same as your imagination has, good write thanks for your entry and goos luck in the contest
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