It's Your Name By Ganz Magnet Frames

stayed Castles

castles were alone, no princesses or knights
.
Solos on the banks of a river, dressed in moss
silence.

A high rise windows
birds scared to death. They spy
empty halls, abandoned
velvet. Blind

dream armor
the most useless of dreams.
resting after a long battle,
look in storybooks.

Dragons and not defended
vermin time.
The castles are lonely, sad
of shadows and mystery.

Another piece of childhood just left.