The night air is thick with foggy mist
The glare of the moon give the ripples a kiss.
The shining glass, mirrors the tall trees
And sounds of the night, whispered on the breeze.
Looming in the background, are dark tall walls
Rare in its beauty, haunting and filled with halls.
A castle that has been here for centuries now
A reminder of past gone ages and fear somehow.
People who live all around, near and far
Never venture out at night, not even in a car.
There have been stories told for all to hear
About strange happenings, this time of year.
Silly nonsense some folks say,
What could possibly happen to you anyway.
Listen to the stories your children hear
Is it any wonder, they won't go near.
Filling their minds with fairy tales you are
Now they fear the castle that stands afar.
It's only an heirloom of our ancestors gone on
And now they are living in a brand new home.
I will tell you this, and I think I have seen..
Beautiful angels with fluffy wings.
Sometimes at night in the foggy mist
They come and watch the ripples being kissed.
When the moon is full up in the sky
Wondrous imaginations are zooming high,
The rippling waters under the foggy mist
Is it any wonder, people think like this.
Written by Shirley Barr
February 16, 2005
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Proverbs 3: 25, 26
Be not afraid of sudden fear, neither of the desolation of the wicked, when it cometh,
For the Lord shall be thy confidence, and shall keep thy foot from being taken. |
