Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

Castle

There was a castle in Linlithgow
Where the wood had burned away
There were fireplaces halfway up the wall
It was kind of fascinating
All the stone works were still there
With holes and gaps were fire made walls fall

There were passage ways and staircases
All over here and there
It was rather like wandering in a maze
It was awfully cold and rainy
As I climbed the tower steps
And tried to view the country through a haze

This place
Where kings and queens were born
Inspiration for many poets’ words
Is an empty ruined place of stone
Nothing now but the dominion of the birds

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