The Castle of my childhood now gray and crumbling,
but still standing on that stony cliff
beside the churning waters of an angry sea.
The scene familiar—and yet,
the damage wreaked by time
rendering its appearance still more sinister.
How long since here I last stood?
Four-score, a hundred, perhaps more years.
I’ve stayed away, unwilling, unable to face the past.
A tour is just beginning, the last one tonight.
I follow inside, and through halls, suffocating with memories.