Burning Castles in the Sand

Burning castles in the sand,

The causeway bellows forth its

Short-lived twilight.

Able to produce upon demand,

The widow's gown--

Black as midnight.

As far as the I can see,

The roaches laugh at the misery,

Which is sustained by the sleek and the sly--

While an eastbound train rumbles through

The window that is my eye.

The tortured soul advances, being held

In a morose moon's sway.

The speckl'd dice entrances

While a drunken idiot plays...

Whiskey flows like wine--or beer,

And Persephone sheds a tear.

For she knows her time is near,

And Demeter--she must go.

Burning castles in the sand

Burning castles in the sand

Rarely, if ever, does the cowboy

Change his brand.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

This is an intruiging piece, have no clue what it means, but those castles are kind of creepy, I really enjoyed the read! Cheers.

[joshua sky]

Thank you Frieda! It's interesting in that I get different meanings from this at different times that I read it. It's almost like a mood ring lol! But I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)