It’s National Poetry Day, so here’s a little offering from me. Sweet dreams!
The castle scowled on the hill,
Towers and turrets silhouetted by
Shards of lightning and a clouded moon.
Storm thickened darkness hung heavy,
Dragging on each fearful breath.
I followed the twisting path,
On and on, up and up,
Feet drawn by some other force.
Around me, the forest sighed, shifting,
Tired of waiting,
The castle waited, baited, dared,
Rain poured in torrents from rips in the sky,
Smoothed the stones but could not wash them clean.
Faint ghost glimmer in the windows
A sorry echo of light.
Fear choked, I tried to turn and run
But my feet betrayed me.
The arched door, old wood, rusting hinges,
One side open, as though I was expected.
I could feel it,
In the shadows,