Walls

 

Trapped amongst these castle walls,

Lost in the spirit of malevolence,

Walking amongst these empty halls,

My desires, losing all relevance

The joys of life, in steep descent,

The echoes of my wants have lost all resonance.

This ascent up the stairs, superfluous,

Chaste yet, but lost all my innocence.

Nascent life must one day concede,

Existence is but, of events a farrago,

Running from this Bastille, the mind misleads,

With purpose I proceed, forever taking heed