The Ruin

On the stormy hillside of life, the ruin lies,
Once a proud castle, tower of strength and love.
Now a battle scarred shadow of its former glory,
Its occupants merely ghosts, hollow and gaunt.

It seems but a short time ago, the castle stood,
Radiant and pulsing with life, a haven for all.
Happiness and love flowed from within,
Whilst outside life’s storms raged unchecked.

Then the darkness came, from within and without!
Insidious and overpowering,its defences were felled.
One by one the lights of hope went out,
The spirits of hate and anger stalked the corridors.

Where once love blossomed only weeds grew strong,
Where laughter rang only anger echoed back.
The walls so strong against the elements
Crumpled under the strain and fell.

The last Knight his armour worn and tarnished sat alone,his mind numb and his heart empty.
An angel came by chance and found his broken frame,
She nursed his wounds and cast the darkness from his eyes,
Gave him hope and made his heart race again.

He rose, empowered and proud, his strength returned.
With his new found spirit, he banished darkness once again,
Then as the light of love coursed through his veins
He built afresh, his castle once again.

Ian Woolger