The Castle

A hawk cries from on high.

But I am stone beneath his windy sky.

I am certain and unmoving.

My eyes are iron.

Flame blooded soldiers may beat themselves

Against my walls, but always in vain.

When they are gone, I will yet remain.

The earth bowing before white spires.

Yet hid behind the steel and golden doors

Where none can enter and none can leave

In orange candle light and shadow

I keep one velvet perfect rose.

~ Ranae