Nostalgia

The morning mist,

The violet sky,

On yonder hill,

Does all hope lie.

Across the water,

Through the wood,

Was where the castle,

Once proudly stood.

Ashes to ashes,

Rubble to rubble,

Breaking down doors,

Won't be much trouble.

Rust on the hinges,

Cobwebs all around,

Dust that itches,

Fills a deserted town.

Echoes of laughter,

From children long gone,

A town full of sorrow,

I wonder what went wrong?

The wind carries the sound of crying,

The water,memories of their childhood,

The blood-soaked earth, cries of the dying,

Dead bodies slump against the bark of the wood.