"a sheltered life from a misguided soul" my poetry collection

" These Moors "

"These Moors". Creeping thru the moors of this castle.. the ghosts of my past lingers and haunts me... These damp walls that has imprisoned me.. has the blood I have given.. and it is seeping thru the cracks of the old stones... My once beautiful, flowing gown is now tattered and torned... The tears that has streaked my face.. has soaked my long auburn hair to my skin... My porcelin skin has not seen the sun peeking thru the stainglass windows in the past coming dawns... My betrothe has gone and will no longer return to this earthly place... Oh my love, should I dare come join you?... My soul is empty without you... So as I walk thru these moors, your presence still lingers in the air... 3-16-13