Years, years, and years ago,
Inside a holy chateau,
A plan has been carried out:
A bishop builds a timber castle.
Back towards the present day
The timber is now a yesterday
The stone walls stand all
But its stories remain told.
Thousands of nights ago,
Beneath navy skies and an opal glow;
A castle's reflection shimmers upon the surface.
A king takes his last breath.
Back towards the present day,
The early hours of gentle Sunday.
Around children and flowers:
A bride is reborn.
A couple of centuries ago,
Above the watchful eye of a crow;
A man commits fratricide.
The secret is save!
Ever since that fateful night,
Ghosts float in daylight.
Those who visit Newark Castle,
Are never truly alone.
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
Former healthcare worker and lab worker from Oxfordshire. Author of ten books including Drinking Poetry and Game of Mass Destruction. Travelled to over 20 countries.
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