Bloodworth Castle Poem by Captain Cur

Bloodworth Castle's spires race
through colored leaves that vary
as sunlight bares its southern face
towering in its glory
along Augustine's tree lined path
I glimpse her fateful treasure
below the rise of Teignbridge Pass
are streams that flow forever.

The moated castle's iron gates
wrought flames in Devonshire,
strong arms that sized and fit the grates
where breadth and height required.
The Tamar River rushes down
to feed her tributaries
then runs her course to Plymouth Sound
and greets the Plym in stages.

Amid the castle's broken walls
her courtyards still bear flowers,
history blemished by the fall
end pages filled with sorrow.
Old legends marching telling tales
from Kingston Downs to Dartmoor,
they walk Augustine's Path each year
to the place their blood was poured.