Stone grey walls.
Where silence falls.
where mouths do not speak
birds do not sing.
On her throne a Queen in a land of mourning
every day a new day dawning
brings hope but still salty tears fall
like rain down walls.
she awaits the ghost
who cries in her dreams
with trepidation.
every night she is visited.
every night she is not free.
The citadel of tears is mourning
and so is she…