Wednesday, May 5, 2010

The Dead Castle

There’s no one left here but me
In the ruins of a castle by the sea
Once upon a time the walls stood tall
The strongest fortress of them all
A place that I once belonged
For people broken and people wronged
Where fireworks of colored sunsets painted the dark night sky
And broken hearts could once again learn to fly
Evil seemed so far away
Night was as bright as day
The castle once so full of mirth
Now lies in rubble, ash and dirt
In the torn fabric of a stained fine gown
I wander the streets of an empty town
Smoke of fires colored walls red
Everyone here, even me, is dead
Shadows dance in candles flame
Colors of red and black, dark and pain
Night after night, wave after wave
The ocean washes the memories away
Nothing but the sands of time
Could have brought down the home I once called mine
The longer I stay, the more it disappears
Washing away the last moments of blood and tears
I’ve got no where left to run
What is life without a sun?
I can’t stay here if I’m dead and gone
This world in which I no longer belong
Forget this place; well I’ve tried
But my life was here; my heart, my pride
I wanted to go down with the ship
But I survived when the castle was hit
I wander these streets alone
With the ghosts of those I called my own
The past ignores me, my future is dark
All I can say now is “We’re worlds apart”