Dark castles
25 May 2016

Ghostly trace
Of a million sighs
Painstaking
Bleak efforts
Toppling over heart denies
As the Earth rumbles
Small pittance
The remains of hay
Thrashed over
Wane thresholds
Thunder starts stomachs grumble
Craving grains of wheat
Dark castles
They prepare red soils
Fertilized
With the spoils
The heads to one side tumble
Precision in cut
Lost the day
When future was bright
The choices
Follow fork
Right or left no in between
Twin future unseen
Turn around
Time flows up and down
The middle
A loophole
Breathing space from where we stole
New moratorium
White castles
Contrasting landscapes
From bosom
Sigh escapes
For the narrow encounters
Brink of destruction
Reading of the poem:

Angel of Sorrow – Arcana