The Castle Poem by Ross DixPeek

The Castle

By
Ross Dix-Peek


Through ages past have ye stood sentinel and proud
And ne’er by the enemy’s sword been cowed
Your great walls ever steadfast and resolute
And even did the onslaught of time put to boot

Ah, ye great big monster of stone, if only you could talk
And with us through the pages of history walk
What could you tell us of ages gone by
Of the horrors perpetrated within and why?

Would your walls again with awful cries resonate
Of the vanquished and the unfortunate
Would the sky above and this verdant view
Turn to a dark pall of bloody hue

Would thy be able to hold back the souls of the tortured
That within your deep dark dungeons their lives forfeited
And upon your cold grey slabs of stone did lie
Before the carrion crow the cold flesh from their very bones did pry

No, O’ Great Castle I think not I your secrets want to know
And I’m sure you too do not your vile memories wish to show
It be best rather if you and I your ghastly past do forget
And instead upon a far better future our dreams and hopes do set!