A castle stands in age's destruction,
the years have laid to rest old stone bulwark.
Ramparts exposed to wind descend glory,
resplendent once, before pageant's forgot.
Now feasting noblemen astride their steeds,
just trails of candle light they leave behind.
Echoing voices linger, haunting sounds,
as phantom kings and spectral queens abound.
I sit amid the wreckings stoneless walls,
to feel a jointure, old and new as one.
I find the world that once proudly stood,
and question why did honour have to die?
A chronicled story narrates the past,
when death recalled with valiant account,
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Photography: Unknown
Prompt: ribbons of wax, tender candles, phantom kingdoms
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I learn from this that words can compress time.
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I love the feel of this~ the title perfect. I particularly like the 3rd quatrain.
Interesting prompts...
Lovely
A~
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i love looking at old castles and ruins...they are sad but they fascinate me...this was a very beautiful, of course...love the background, btw!
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Brilliantly Thought-provoking...
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Ddiolch your comment is appreciated
Jem
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wow Jems this is a fantasic write i love the feel you get when visiting castle remains and with this write i can feel me sat there now eyes closed watching the visions you have wrote ..the border is just perfect for the poem
xxx Your angel xxx
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a wonderful poem so full of depth throughout thank you for sharing
maralisa
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Thank you Maralisa
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