Ghosts of the Castle

Ghosts of the Castle

Over the edge of infinity

Dances a maiden of tranquility,

Dressed in silk white raiments,

Daring his eyes with enchantment.

Inhabitants of the ancient castle,

The lovers continue to drivel,

Their unceasing ritual of delight

Echoes through chilled quarters at night.

Their souls live on, although

Evil closed their mortal existent vow.

Enchanted red sunsets give a glow,

Enhancing the Castle's shadow.

Those who embark in the lovers abode

suffer the chill

From the mid-evil castle on the hill.

Jeri Klauser
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