Its turrets and bridges leave you thirsty for more
But soon the great, the horrid, hideous beast
Will come crashing on the beach, devouring its feast
The castle will be washed away in the bowels of the monster
And we carry only memories of the castle on the shore
Such as this in life our fantasies do always seem
Their awe-inspiring perfectness as that within a dream
Until the cold, hard world sets down its ugly foot
Crushes all our hopes, leaves them blackened out as soot
And they are gone away forever, lost in the eerieness of the real world
But we'll always have the memories of our castles on the shore.
Heather Dawn Morrison
age 14