Her Castle

The spiral swirled into purple clouds

above the land engulfed by sea

where the waves smashed against a small island

where the castle stood, old yet free

the tired walls were crumbling down

and tiles shed from a once regal tower

though the castle stood firm on its ground

holding on until its final hour

and there, at the window, a figure in darkness

a single shadow that waved a hand

she would not move from her fortress

she would still watch upon her land

and though the time would soon approach

where she too would fade away

she watched from the window, with a glint of hope

that today would not be her final day.

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