Looking Through My Castle's Window Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

The trees look black
Through my castle's window
Where bats are free to come and go.
I fear a corpse just might attack
Approaching from the lawn below.

And all the demons of the night
Are liberated in the wood
Where baleful silhouettes and light
Are one in evil brotherhood.

And every shadow in this place
Is of the damned and their disgrace.

Yes, the trees look black
Through my castle's pane
Where the damned come back
To walk in disdain
In a cryptic pack
In the cold, spring rain.

John Lars Zwerenz