poetry

Sanctuary

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Castle walls of mossened stone
Etched in charcoal, left exposed
To the wind and sharp presence of ghosts
Looking out lonely, broken windows.

They look at the moon stressing golden cliffs,
Its aura stained grey by the clouds;
Black shapes writhing like beasts
Caged by the rocks.

Lights flash, far and dim,
From a world held in the distance,
Muted by the sea.
It sounds angry, baying at the sands
Set out like a canvas;

Brush strokes in sea weed, shells
And footprints long since washed;
Lives since drained,
Leaving only whispers pulled through time.

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