boredom

Here I sit
lonesome from this place
gazing to the window
such boredom on my face

I see the lonely hills,
rolling gently by,
and the evil creatures,
soaring in the sky.

Black gloomy guards
high up on a perch
huge leafless trees
from a knight does lurch

I think, lost in my thoughts,
surely they must be,
little dead flys,
caught in a spiders tree

White soft mist, rolling,
gently, just what I saw,
be puffs up his chest,
lets out a caw.

Here I sit
lonesome from this place,
gazing from the window,
such boredom on my face.