STILL ASLEEP

 I walk with but a lonely lantern

To light my path in the dark

Towards the castle gates I stride

Everyone is still asleep.

My feet creep silently

On the gravel path.

Onwards

The doors creaking open and shut

Guide me towards the stairway

They are the rudder in the sea of dreams

That waft from the beds of repose.

I am guided to the foot of the stairs.

Over the stairs a carpet red gleams

The blood that the wounded attic shed

When the rain failed to dry

Its gaping wounds.

My feet carried me forward

I reached the woods

That formed an archway of branches

The shadows shivered.

I scribbled a message

Onto the breeze

With the lampblack

That the lantern left

Before it burned free

It is formed and unformed with the wind.

Let there be no light

For then there would be no shadows.