Thursday 14 April 2016

31 poems

Smouldering silence as mellow mists swirl
darkness sits perched upon castle walls high
wonders what stories they tell, castle walls
where mellow mists swirl, lone tendrils will curl
darkness sits spying black crows as they fly
longer still darkness sits, watcher alone
castle walls listen to soft ghostly calls
mellow mists swirling emitting low moan

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