I live behind an ugly wall

I live behind an ugly wall
Of longing turned to stone.
I rule a deserted fortress
From a decaying throne.

Sometimes at night I roam the fort,
Hoping to hear the sound
Of song and laughter in the air,
Of footsteps on the ground.

But mostly I just sit and watch
The turning of the year,
While I listen for those footsteps
That I may never hear.

Poetry by Maglor
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Written on 2005-06-08 at 17:14

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Mike Ingram
I love to see the changes
in the seasons every year;
for they serve as a reminder
things are NOT what they appear...