Poetry

Castle

My Dreams were
Too Real to be true.
Hardly anything that I fancied,
Made it Through.
There was some Proving to be Done.
I kept Mumbling, But agreed None.

My own Dreams
Made way for Yours,
Neither did I Wish,
Nor did You Force.
I was Busy making
Your Dreams Mine.
Too Noble that I was,
I Changed the Course.

I wish, I were a bit Wiser
To see you Crawl.
To See through your Webs,
I wish, I were a bit Foul.
I could have Owned
My Castle, you know,
Had I been someone,
Sort of, an Owl.


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