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Sestina

Contributed by ramfire on Saturday, 23rd October 2004 @ 01:36:17 PM in AEST
Topic: mystical

In a dreary county castle,
a ghost from the past is seen to dwell.
It haunts the castle battlements,
and walks the halls at night.
It walks the halls and moans a sound
that sounds much like the wind.

A whitish form that sounds of wind,
and scares away all people from the castle.
It seems to hum a mournful sound
that speaks of things where spirits dwell.
Not seen by day but only at night,
its form then walks the battlements.

Above the moor the high battlements
reach the dark sky and are filled with wind.
On a moonless night
the eerie sound from the castle
filters through the lowland where no man will dwell.
Such a soul wrenching sound.

Creeping through the heather without sound,
two boys came near the battlements.
Past the cemetery where shades of night dwell,
their way was blowing cold with wind.
They crept close to the castle.
Truly a dark and cloud filled night.

An owl screeched the night,
a most haunting sound.
Boys haulted near walls of the castle,
beneath its sighing battlements.
Lonesome cries of a disturbing wind,
spoke of a ghost who dared there to dwell.

Upon that weird lament they didn't dwell,
for this was their night
to face that ghost or wind.
Fraternity deemed they sleep there sound
on top of old decaying battlements,
within the wretched castle.

Copyright © ramfire ... [ 2004-10-23 13:36:17]
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Re: Sestina (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 21st January 2005 @ 12:28:14 PM AEST
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Haunting. *grins* Seriously I don't know why no one else has commented on this. There's a bit of repetition in the first few stanzas, but it's an interesting story. Cheers!

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