The Haunting of My Castle

How many castle walls would you climb?

To die in tales of loss and rally...

...Or wound the earth at its deepest valley?

Recount? Recoil! Seek not what gives no sign, no name.

In yeast we share the loaf of life.

Bake bread, yet be no baker.

Seek not for sake alone.

Clarity must save my sanity: sane words pressed against perseverance. Preservation and polite justice.

There’s no gate drawn—only doors, ganted into deaf.

…and a voice echoing,

…aching… to be heard.

In every motion I see the same shade;

In every altar, I cannot escape,

knowing when it is you.

My haunting consumes me—I live and die, for now, in this place.

The death of thousand cuts and tricks of telepathy

The wound is not deep—fear is losing everything, including oneself.

For sake of sight, fear of faun, I cast my spell on thee!

Declare your game of guidance, in guarantee.

At end of maze, assured I'd be? My sanity!

One last look—of precious fawn / faun in eye. Show your feelings, face this fate.

In gallows and deadly hallows, I hear pitter-patter,

exchange a glance—learn of shining fissure.

To my heart, I can only listen in (((this))) prison.

Shout from the top of the highest tower

Sake your fate, or fall like showered sand

The rain will wash away these walls, but not 'fore the waves crash in again

Over centuries, emptied halls.

How we seek our tune, is it shallow?

Like rain in darkness, I know this feeling

Like fallen glass, from a broken window

Shouting…

Shou…ting

Dissect the words of a harpy's hymn

Follow fast and keep alight

Burn brighter till the tame ignite

Leave only stones at inn and hearth

Burn the bush of brush and blight

Starlight dreams, sheltered flame of flight

Of many tales the mind creates,

True beauty will brighten all.

For those who truly seek it, the stars will fall.