The castle halls are haunted,
Ghosts make their presence known without a sound.
Rusted daggers hang from the walls,
Abandoned armor decays on the floor.
I'll remain in the empty,
Cradle the unbearable echo of words unsaid,
Of battles long lost and promises unfulfilled,
Face a naked mirror and relive the memories trapped inside.
The icicle barricade will melt and rot,
Leaving behind a broken castle,
Stripped down and burnt to the foundation,
A fragment of a lost history.
Fighting fire with fire has burned me before,
Yet I reach for the dagger so pain may find itself.
The only way to soothe weeping eyes
Is by offering them weeping veins.
I sacrificed loving myself for the sake of a dream,
To become something altogether new,
To breathe in starlight and sunflowers
Instead of blood and screams.
In a futile quest to taste the daylight
I gave up my reflection for a chance at glory,
Gave up sight so I may turn to the sun with open eyes.
Now the dusk creeps in and I'm left in the empty,
Wrist chained to the moonless night.
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From the Mouths of the Gods
PoetryA collection of Greek-mythology inspired poems! If you enjoy, please check out my instagram @srhwrites 😊 Thanks for reading!
