Castle Ruins.
While I was in Wales I touched these walls of the Ruins of Narberth Castle
I wrote a few lines of a poem in my little notebook and since coming home I have added a few more lines..
The top left is how it must have looked in its day… and one can only use ones imagination to the knights of old and the regalia that was about in its day. When I touched the stones these were the words that came to me.
Castle of Old
My hands touch the ruins of the castle stones of old
The wind blows back the time when these bones were bare and cold
To a place where the Celts lived and dragons used to roam
Where the magic of a land was once a place called home
A Wiccan girl in ragged clothes did stand the test of power
As she stood there praying silently to the heavens in the tower
For Banners flew and warriors cried as battle did commence
And the Castle walls did crumble absorbing her lament
A Knight so bold Did race to find his love
He heard but a prayer held on the wind echo from above
The cry now echoed across the land as the wind did touch the stone
The Wiccan girl on spiral rides the Dragons back on home.
“I gave my heart I give my life and in these walls I stay
And one day soon in futures Dawn A maiden will pass my way
And when she touches these stones of old my story she will tell
Of a time when a Wiccan Girl weaved her magic spell.”
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