“ Forget-Me-Not . . . “

risinghawk

 

Lonely I walked the castle halls
Like a spirit trapped ‘twixt times,
Even the strongest kingdom falls
With peace supplanted by war’s crime.
And here the crumbling, muted truth
Does tell the tale of broken youth.

For years the sun smiled brightly
On fields of blue and yellow blooms,
Joyful sounds of the noble and knightly
Danced heartily from every room.
But scarcely could one hear them now,
The ruins lay silent, honoring their vow.

Why would one come to such a place,
To find company among the ghosts?
What foolish mind doth deign to face
A grave seeking bodies to host?
Flowers are now blooming anew ’round this vestige of greed,
But should we forget what laid it low, it shall rise again to feed.

 

Rising Hawk

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