Wind breathes softly through
deserted halls;
Sighs and whispers echo on
vacant walls.
I wonder who was it abandoned
this place,
Ruins of a long ago home of a now dead
race?
Half open doors hang on hinges,
wrecked and rusty,
Dank dungeons below smell
mouldy and musty.
What horrors occurred in these
rooms so ghastly?
The mournful wind reminds us of
those gone lastly.
Once did these rooms ring with
the voices and laughter
Of elves, dwarves and fairies
and all who came after.
They told of trolls and goblins
fought in battles, glorious
Of great Kingdoms lost and won
in wars, victorious.
Skies above these towers built
by those mere mortals
Teemed with dragons and
griffins as sculpted on portals.
The moat below was filled with
dolphins and mermaids
Swimming through mysterious
grottos and cascades.
Sorcerers and witches brewing
cauldrons of trickery,
Tempted those noble folk from
the path of honesty;
And once in the depths of
disgrace and depravity
That chivalrous race was
reduced to awful ignobility.
There are times you may hear soft
murmuring on the breeze,
Of names long forgotten, now only seen carved into trees.
Legend says they'll return some
day when the time is right,
To reclaim their Kingdom, and rule us with their former might.
