My castle sits perched on the edge of a mountain;
Maddened peaks that penetrate blackened clouds
Resentful for the tears in their canvas.
A crumbling ruin, dilapidation by design;
Sand and stone reclaimed back to an earthen home
Too soon; refusing the laws of time.
Cavernous shelter from foreign invaders
Slowly dissolving until the wind no longer fears its walls;
Until the glow of a failing moon no longer reflects
It’s light, but infects every beam and brick,
Revealing all secrets within.
Vaults created to keep truth abated;
Ramparts that stood fast against harsh winters and eyes,
Toppled from within, shed of their protective skin.
A mask of cement staring out to a hostile environment;
Bleeding skies paint the night ever darker
To camouflage monsters that manifest silently,
Always seeking to break in, to infiltrate
The safest of spaces; A temple of prayer
To cloak all fear in its sanctuary.
But the storms have begun and the sun never comes;
A vicious sea attacks as all around collapse,
Begging all above to join it below;
To abandon the hard and harsh granite that binds –
Leaping to its heart to escape a material reality
And swim forever in the fantasies of freedom.
Building blocks evacuate ever faster
Into the icy black waves as they realise the truth:
No hope to remain in the warm embrace of cold rock;
A cage of clay holding lies, despair and disguises.
I sit perched on the edge of a mountain;
On the ruins of safety once clung to for life.
Hands drenched in blood, they fade into a sky
Left crimson by a dying sun no longer willing to nourish;
Let them return to earth, in ruins, in chaos
As the world around bleeds; as the land loses hope,
As the sky fills with dark wings, and disapproving carrion calls
Echo into the abandoned infinity of a fracturing landscape.
No time to falter, they’re held back no longer –
I’ll rebuild my fortress, this time build it stronger.