The Drifters of Night

The gleaming snow gathers on the lonely alp

Glittering under the silvery radiance of big dappled moon

The stars decorate the night sky above

While the silhouette of alpines at the horizon croons

Nature blows a mysterious enchantment

On the cold winter night

The frozen lake, the smoldering fireflies

All sway exultantly, under the bewitching moonlight

There stands a castle, atop the alluring sierra

It’s isolating kingdom buried beneath the immutable snow

Faint traces of long lost dazzle and grandeur

Line the crumbling walls, under the ravishing glow

The mystery of lonely castle

Is known to none

But the tale of the spirits habiting the donjon

Is recounted by everyone

A traveler is seen arriving

Seated on his imposing horse

The dark cloak draped around tightly

His corium pallid as a corse

He traces his path towards the peak

Following the trail long strayed

Impassive to the seductive beauty of scene

Finding his way to the abiding fortress, while his insides fray

The rusting, once majestic iron doors creak open

And the castle welcomes the lonely visitant.

The habitants of fortress are all hushed

And the caller looks up the towering fort, hesitant.

He climbs down his stallion

And walks upon the decaying door

Knocking boldly on the gateway

He roars;

‘Tell them I came, that I kept my word’

The inhabitants were all still

But the visitor was heard.

He turned back to his mare,

Ready to trace his way back.

Passing through the desolate yard

He moved away, away towards his distant warm shack.

The drifters watched the horse riding sturdy figure move away

And whined softly

Enjoying passively, the end of another beautiful day…