Castle

Canter to a halt, quiet
Still air laden; the leaves they whisper
Of martyrs and legends;

Blood once spilled where
Poppies grow, and silence that
Falls ’round the castell old;

Take me to the maiden, bound
To the dark night; take me in place
Of purity and light.

(Photo location: Eilean Donan, Scotland)

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