i'm the worst kind of cliche

There were windows in my castle

But I kept them closed

And refused any who wished to visit my court

 

A breath of Summer washed over the ivory walls

And with the gust

She forced the windows open

Lifted the gates and dropped the bridge

Sunshine came and filled me

And though she appeared bright and warm

She was a cruel mistress

She burned my skin

Lit my tapestries on fire

Left the echoes of her whispers in every corner

I was alone and yet I never was

No thought was my own to keep

So I closed the windows once again

And this time I boarded them

 

It wasn't long when the boards were broken

By the ripe new vines of Spring

The glass was shattered

And my castle was filled

With the wild spirit of the forest

I had destroyed the bridge

And yet a new one was built

Made of bark and vine

Breathing overwhelmed your senses with pollen

And there was an abundance of flowers

My castle brimmed with life

Anywhere that you looked

But when Spring ended

It was not Summer that greeted me afterwards

It was instead the bitter lonliness of winter once again

That flooded the corpse of my castle

Murdered the life within and left me barren and hollow

The only thing to remain

And remind me of Spring

Was the scars from her thorns

And the broken glass of my still-open windows

Over the alabaster of my tormented walls

 

I built a second layer

This one made of ice

To hide all of the scars

And cover those open windows

All that remains within

Is a cold burning

Charcoal and soot

And the occasional reminder

When a shard or a dead thorn splits my skin

No one wishes to visit my court now

 

((poem... thing is by me!))

 

.tune.

 

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