The Majestic Castle

The aged, majestic castle is perched on a jagged, rocky hill  with an old tattered bridge the only way to get into the stronghold. The ancient ravens circle the turrets like guards in the crisp, clear, calm sky.

The castle makes me want to know its history. Who lived here?  How old is it, and why has it been left alone to slowly crumble down.

I can taste the age of time in the light gusts of wind. The land surrounding the castle is empty and desolate. It has no life there, time has stopped.

I can almost smell the old moat water. The nippy wind whispers in my ear and brushes lightly across my freckled face.The black feathered guards are so loud they are earsplitting deafening it is a horrid sound. They never stop.  It is constant noise.

I wonder how long this majestic fortress will stay on its rocky perch before it is reclaimed by the land it oversees.

Madisson