The sun turns red drifting low,
O'er a valley where a bird still sings,
Flushed crimson in the alpine glow,
That sunset always seems to bring.

Hidden there a castle lay,
Scarlet banners in disrepair,
Ruins abandoned in the day,
While ancient memories tarry there.

A courtyard filled with amber light,
A tranquil pool resting there,
The peace brought by the coming night,
Blankets this place with loving care.

As the sun falls into the ground,
Kissing the world with ruby lips,
The world itself seems to be bound,
And a shadow of night o'er the valley slips.


I hope you've enjoyed this trio of poems. Now they aren't
funney like (x) 's but I feel they have some merit.
If you'd like to hear more of my poetry just let me know.

- Dream, a glimmer of imagination in someone's eye.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Phaestian, in the year 242 AF.