Back in the distance, just past “far-enough”,
a stone-cold castle stands proud and alone.
A few years back
the castle
was a warm home. The doorway smiled and
welcomed home family, the windows were
always bright-eyed – lighting up the insides with the
soft rays of the sun. People tended to the needs of the house while
small children ran outside
the castle laughing and playing,
the castle kept an eye on them and
laughed merrily along.
War broke out one day, amongst the people in
the home. The castle hid the children in closets, protection
from the screams of the people on
the other side of the walls.
The people were rigid and stuck in
a rage of powerful fear. They kicked at the castle, took hammers to the walls, and
ripped the coverings that closed the castles’ glass eyes at night.
After that day, the home was never the same.
The castle couldn’t smile and the children
didn’t play.
The people didn’t smile. They stopped tending to the
castle and made themselves sorely busy.
The people removed things, bit-by-bit. They barely spoke
to each other, they didn’t even notice the
somber castle.
It was early winter, dark and windy. Colder
than usual. The castle was anticipating the return of the
people to start a fire and warm up it’s stones, but the people
did not return. The castle waited. It waited through the fall of the
leaves, through the icicles and frozen pond, through the light rain that
fertilized the once abundant land….but the
people did not return.
They must have took something very precious
because the castle was never the same. It will not smile, or
brighten the inside with light anymore. It is empty and cold.
It locked up it’s doors and just stands, proud and alone.
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