Mountain Castle

In my mountainous castle well hidden away There’s my beast getting restless for lightness of day And the blood that I seek must be innocent, sweet, So delight feeds the brain and my rapture’s complete. How I long that the travelers wandering by Are so pure that they capture my sensitive eye. How I long […]

via Mountain Castle — Poetry, Short Prose and Walking

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