Where the hell do you think the valley of the shadow lies?
Wandering through the palace amidst soldiers row on row.
The calm and erry silence and that scent that is so familiar to those who wander in old places so old that they have lost their fear.
I should have been frightened but a strange calm familiarity over came my senses and I began to fill with a deep loneliness that filled my eyes with tears.
I looked through the stained glass windows and the soldiers row upon tow… departed spirits and their armour remains left in the castle here on earth underneath the spring clouds of heaven and the luminescent glow of afternoon twilight that lit those gloomy empty halls.
I wondered where she was and if the sun shone now in the Greek islands and if they warmed them more. Impossible to imagine a place of warmth under that same sun as the trembling of the chill I had caught rippled through me in that gloomy corridor.
I wondered if it was too early to seek out that same sun and leave this place of grey shadows and cold dark sun.
Somewhere in that palace of ghosts and empty shells and gloomy dark sunlight that filled the rooms I found my way to the end out into the sun. The world had stood still in those moments but now life had returned like a rushing raging river of life of sounds and lights and smells.
In those moments in the corridors when I was lost and found I finally grasped my courage and tearfully braved on.
The calm and erry silence and that scent that is so familiar to those who wander in old places so old that they have lost their fear.
I should have been frightened but a strange calm familiarity over came my senses and I began to fill with a deep loneliness that filled my eyes with tears.
I looked through the stained glass windows and the soldiers row upon tow… departed spirits and their armour remains left in the castle here on earth underneath the spring clouds of heaven and the luminescent glow of afternoon twilight that lit those gloomy empty halls.
I wondered where she was and if the sun shone now in the Greek islands and if they warmed them more. Impossible to imagine a place of warmth under that same sun as the trembling of the chill I had caught rippled through me in that gloomy corridor.
I wondered if it was too early to seek out that same sun and leave this place of grey shadows and cold dark sun.
Somewhere in that palace of ghosts and empty shells and gloomy dark sunlight that filled the rooms I found my way to the end out into the sun. The world had stood still in those moments but now life had returned like a rushing raging river of life of sounds and lights and smells.
In those moments in the corridors when I was lost and found I finally grasped my courage and tearfully braved on.
46-50, M
