Halls and Chambers

Victims of the renaiscense might

screamed in the dead of night.

The horror, the terror.

Ruler in Machivellian days

stole all their days away

to darkness to sadness.

I still see painful eyes.

I still hear distant sighs

among shadows lingering on.

Gaze up high into the open sky

from these halls and chambers.

To the moon and to the winds I cry.

Souls aglow in the darkest of hue

miseries are still undue

forever and ever.

I caress the thickening

air and all memories it bear

with yearning and longing.

I still see painful eyes.

I still hear distant sighs

among shadows lingering on.

Gaze up high into the open sky

from these halls and chambers.

To the moon and to the winds I cry.

Far behind these castle walls

glories and virtues fall.

Fall for the lunacy.

Deep inside where the time

weep tyranny is fast asleep

in shadows in echoes.

Dim is the bay for the grim and the grey

as destiny's proven unfair.

Fair as a fay is the dawning of the day

at which I forlornly do gaze.

Gaze up high into the open sky

from these halls and chambers.

To the moon and to the winds I cry.