The Ruin
On the stormy hillside
of life the ruin lies,
Once a proud castle, tower of strength and love.
Now a battle scarred shadow of its former glory,
Its occupants merely ghosts, hollow and gaunt.
It seems but a short time
ago, the castle stood,
Radiant and pulsing with life, a haven for all.
Happiness and life flowed from within,
Whilst outside life’s storms raged unchecked.
Then the darkness came,
from within and without!
Insidious and overpowering its defences were felled.
One by one the lights of hope went out,
The spirits of hate and anger stalked the corridors.
Where once love blossomed
only weeds grew strong,
Where laughter rang only anger echoed back.
The walls so strong against the elements
Crumpled under the strain and fell.
The last Knight his armour
worn and tarnished sat alone,
His mind empty and his heart broken.
An angel came by chance and found his broken frame,
She nursed his wounds and cast the darkness from his eyes,
Gave him hope and made his heart race again.
He felt the rush of passion
in his veins once more,
Where only a cold heart had beat for years.
Her voice and spirit touched his inner self
Her kind heart showed him love where none had been.
You are that angel XXXXX