Confused

Crawling, slithering, creeping
Into the guarded castle
Walls as stone turn to sand
Giving passage from water to land
What seemed strong didn’t take long
To turn from might to a fight
Arrows in the sky turn day to night
What was clear now dims the sight
Passages secret or known
Now just a haze
Who’s on the throne?
It’s all a maze
Deadness, coldness
Rottenness, darkness
Evil or good?
Who can stop this?
What will happen?
Will the castle stay?
What can we do?
We can only pray.
Burn to the ground
Or come what may
It matters no longer
The Foundation will stay
Or does that matter?
What did I say?
Oh well, I will go play
Or did I mean pray?

9/12/07
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