They walked in the rain
Ancient ruins beckoned
Peering through the mist
Not a soul was there
Still, quiet, secrets lurking
None that they could see
Massive walls told tales
They strained to hear the choir
Of long dead phantoms
old buildings really talk to you as this poem did
ReplyDeleteEvocative. Makes me wish we had some ancient ruins around here.
ReplyDeleteSpooky, but I'd still love to be there.
ReplyDeleteThis is just the sort of place I would like to visit! It could send the imagination soaring. Great piece!
ReplyDeleteI agree - definitely would like to run through these walls..there be ghosts (and stories) I reckon ;) Made me think of Tintagel..
ReplyDeleteYes, I always do.
ReplyDeleteOh, I hear this story told in a scary voice in the darkness! Cool!
ReplyDeleteTintern Abbey was destroyed by the promiscuous serial killer Henry V111 along with the other beautiful abbeys. All that he is remembered for is his vandalism ,murders and the religion he created.
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