The wind was blowing cold across the stones
Like wailing banshees through the dark night's air.
With taper in her hand, she climbed the stair
That wound within the walls that made her home.
This castle sheltered those who once did roam
Among the elements, both foul and fair
Until, when hearts or minds were needing care,
They sought a respite from the gath'ring gloam.
A harvest moon now casts a glow upon
These testaments to lives of other times;
The ruins lie illumined by the light.
I walk alone, lamenting what is gone,
Because those lives were intertwined with mine.
The selfsame wind is blowing cold tonight.
sjk