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Castle o’ castleBy the shoreArousing me to exploreCold gray hallsWarm red roomsToo late you realize impending doomDragons fumbleWalls do crumble An ancient King sits and mumblesThis castle has a morbid pastDark cruel rumors always lastIn a dungeon sits a gnomeFrom a cage he yearns for homeSardonic laughter from castle wallsMurdering peopleThe china dollsCobra priestess slinks and writhesBelladonna Demons thriveTo the castle they attackGladiators fought them back
Copyright © 1985 Sean P. Pratt, all rights reserved
The Origin Story: This poem was taken from one of my art pads during my Lost years. I always preferred to have rhymes and meter in my poems. Some poems I do try a bit too hard to make it fit within the poem's theme, but if you read through it and open your mind to the poem, you will see what I imagined, felt, and saw. This poem was written after I bought Jim Morrison's book The Lords and the New Creatures. If you have read that book, it becomes clear that I was heavily influenced by it.