My life is like a castle
dark and tall.
Impenetrable.
Locked up tight.
The shadows of my towers
stretch out wide.
Unfathomable
to the eye.
Long is the width of my moat.
Depths unknown.
Unhospitable
is my gate.
Green ivy clings to my sides.
Masking me.
Inescapable
are my walls.
The colors of my pennants
faded grey.
Unprotectable
from the wind. 3
Shouts of triumph are not heard.
Just silence.
Unforgetable.
Old splendor.
In the haunted courtyard
flutter leaves.
Irivocable.
Memories.
What once was grand and gay.
Long lost now.
Unreplacable.
is my Crest.
Tapestries and gilded doors
lay await.
Uncorruptable.
Locked in time.
Trophies of the ages past
gather dust.
Unsalvageable.
Useless gold.
Secrets locked in dungoen deep.
Always kept.
Undistructable.
Locked up tight.
Light breaking into the pits.
Casting hope.
Unrebukable.
All things new.
Once decayed and lost in time.
Lives well now.
Inconceivable?
No, this true.
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