Have you heard or seen the dens or prisons where free men were kept?
If not, let me tell you about it, about the little details which no man told
First, those men put their trusts in imaginations and false hopes
Clinging to the mirror, others casted for them for self discovery
The colors they see are crazy, the views about the future vague
Painted illusions, thoughts of what-would-be light the heart
Giving a moment of hope in the Castle’s rooms, that is how it began
Hope threw charcoaled sickles up the spiky ceilings and spikes fall
Thorns weave their way out of creepy mistletoes, as wrinkled roses shrunk
When a ghost pass, her breeze push over the old tray, tumbling the ashes
And when the old clock chimed the hour zero, strange figures came to trade,
Pricing their wares- fear, sailing through the wind like a piece of paper!
At all corners, spider webs generously stood to greet any newcomer,
The soot from ages of Chimney burns design the walls with grim ferocity
Black hues, some on the floor, some seeming like a reddened blood patch
Also the windows were not spared, the beauty could be seen ages past
At the end of each hall, rat colonies thrive, with lots of hay and dust
In the dark evening, the night lit up with fireflies scaling the ceiling
Dancing to unheard music, blinking their lights at ghostly galleries
No, no one, but few would actually see the imagery that lived there,
The blood of prisoners of war, their cries and sputum and mangled flesh,
Innocent sighs, disillusioned spirits, become a great piece of disappointment
Now men live in various castles created in their heart of hearts
The taste of defeat lure the endless stream of men to those castles
Forcing some to accept Destiny, as their only mentor and citadel
Those who knew the tricks played by the heart of hearts of men
Will chose to stand just outside the Castle’s walls to see more
