The Ruin

Poems written in the late 80s

A misty night
Across the plain
Stood a mansion
A ruin
Magnificent and glorious
Surviving and enduring all hardship
Sun and rain beating down
Upon it’s melancholy wall
Wind blew
Scraping each nourishment
Draining each existence of life

Moss and ivy covered wall
Stain on the ruin reflects its age

Indeed the ruin
Once stood majestic and magnificent
Now, remains a ruin
Older than time itself

The ruin
In misty and foggy nights
Mysterious
Eerie
Old and scary
Filled with a thousand stories

In the olden days
When music and laughter fills the air
Prince and princes sat by the crackling fire
Eagerly listening to stories
Stories of drowning sailors
Of young brave soldiers
Of Knights and fair maiden
From far away land
Now it is but a ruin
Laughter and music no longer fills the air

Yet it’s a beauty
To one who knows
The hidden stories
The hidden stories
Of the ruin.