Be cautious when you walk these empty halls,

forestalled in welcome, careless in your steps;

consider oft the silence of the walls,

the soulless shifting stones, the stony depths.

Your castle may be here, but much of change

is pausing in its unrelenting wake,

and creatures who were once but seeming strange,

now stranger still, are wrangling for a stake.

Misreading safety in long-standing rocks,

your eyes have grown accustomed to this dark;

Your feeling burns you still in private shocks

and brands indelibly oft-cursed marks.

Do you imagine still to find a home

amidst these pebbles, parapets and stone?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

An abstract of some thoughts that are worrying me lately.

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