The castles

The castles were alone,

no princesses or knights.

Only the banks of a river, 

Dresses moss and silence. 

To high rise windows 

birds scared to death.

Spy empty rooms;

abandoned velvets. 

Blind dream armors

in the most useless of dreams

lie long battles,

they look in story books. 

The thieves, the vermin

not the defende of time.

And the castles are alone,

sad of shadows and mysteries.