Literature
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
