Dawn Over The Chateau by Pat Cammish
Online - 01 July 2020
Dawn Over The Chateau
Rose dawning crawls o'er the crest of the valley.
Warm fingers gild all the landscape below,
Framing stark bones of the cold, ancient fortress,
Where the crumbling black ramparts are now all aglow.
Moat water flakes o'er the rim of the basin,
Thick silver drapes on the green pool below
Stirring pink foam in the dark pool created,
And the sound of its falling, is a sound that I know.
The sound that continues throughout a lifetime
Whisp'ring its beat to the village below
Whilst souls, long dead, throng the halls of the castle.
And they're listening still to the stream's endless flow.
Pat Cammish January 2017
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