It comes, it runs throughout this place
It covers, it hovers without a trace
And everything we once loved
We'll never again face
These castle walls were turned from bronze to rust
Shattered from the years of betrayal and mistrust
And the sands which one sparked our dreams
Are now only replaced by dust
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 8:07 PM UTC
It comes, it runs throughout this place
It covers, it hovers without a trace
And everything we once loved
We'll never again face
These castle walls were turned from bronze to rust
Shattered from the years of betrayal and mistrust
And the sands which one sparked our dreams
Are now only replaced by dust
this is my 99th poem, written on 5/10/24