Iron Castle

Bed of feathers floating on a silent night
Dim cool breeze sparkles, a breath of life
A flickering candle
Lone witness to scandal
The young spirit dwells
In this soft empty-silver cell
Parched is his (her?) aging outline
Leaking blood-red time-droplets, cherry wine
On the lips of the moon
There's no more room
Inside the cave flow backward the years
Imploding into microscopic proportions, tears
Quench no longer the devil's thirst
Eternal quest, wicked mirth
Yet the walls flow freely with the wind
Like bulletproof curtains

5 Nov 2007