Blackmail.
The grey-stone-standing of the castle walls
Shines dull in late afternoon sunshine,
Rain-washed and wind-blown, each block
Sculpted and shaped by storm-stress.
Beneath the towers the green-grey
Heather marches cheek by jowl with
Grass and reeds, the echo of the revers
Reverberates and chills the blood until
It is one with the grey-stone-standing walls.
© 2ndwitch, 24/04/14
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