Yonder lies the barren stone
well placed. The howling wind now
shuttered in, a captive stripped and bound.
The parapets and walk- walks rim the edges of the stone.
a deathly shrill of spirits still confess the ****** sin.
A postern gate squeals soon and late
The children of the wind.The howling specter
whips about from battlement to Bailey.
Soon to fade and serenade and finally to sleep.
The centuries bound now place the crown and shackles dug in deep.
Now take you heed the spirit's need to rest within the keep.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 8:48 PM UTC
Yonder lies the barren stone
well placed. The howling wind now
shuttered in, a captive stripped and bound.
The parapets and walk- walks rim the edges of the stone.
a deathly shrill of spirits still confess the ****** sin.
A postern gate squeals soon and late
The children of the wind.The howling specter
whips about from battlement to Bailey.
Soon to fade and serenade and finally to sleep.
The centuries bound now place the crown and shackles dug in deep.
Now take you heed the spirit's need to rest within the keep.
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