Day Castles
Where Life may be DeathPeople cast out into The Street
To live without breath
Whilst they in castles are replete
With all of the good things
This world may supply
For who pulls the strings
To make them all die
Bright trinkets and baubles
Cast as idols of worship
Despite massive troubles
Passing thoughts are but a trip
Into an eternal forever
Where light angels sing and play
Far from the fiendishly smart clever
Creatures stealing life away
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Written on 2026-07-29 at 14:00
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