The Waiting Castle
A Poem
The castle sits silent on the hill
Yet the evil that lies inside
Jails all those who dare enter her.
She works as a machine
Stealing one's courage
Until their sanity is gone.
They cry in the night
Unable to escape their own sleepless grave.
Echos stranded in the rotting halls
Waiting for an explanation
Waiting to escape the crypt that holds them
Mercilessly the castle serves as their tomb
Voraciously awaiting your arrival
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