Olsztyn

Tonight even pictures betray me,
This fading ink dried by cold betrays me,
I can hear dogs bark in the distance,
And life might have betrayed me,

For tonight nature betrays all,
But betrayal is surely not ill,
If it leads to an hallowed path,
And this is what is worth living for,
This is the other dimension I recall,
This is indeed it.

At Olsztyn* the valleys flow,
The hill it rises,
And where stone ends, the wall starts,
Such, that one cannot perceive.
For in the clearing,
Between rock and structures lies a void
Almost black, almost hollow,
Almost inspiration enough to leap through,

To another life, a portal and it beckons,
Such stillness engulfs the night air,
And my breath, it turns to ice,
My fingers numb, the snow freezes over my feet,
And I stare into this star clad sky.
The moon is full, and yet powerless,
For a million stars have conquered this sky.

While, between rocks and walls,
Shadows they quarrel in the only motion.
As I stay stuck while this 14th century castle,
Spreads its aura around me,
As the beautiful chains of nature,
Bind me to the remains of this unreal castle,
I turn to leave but my feet and heart,
Have forged themselves into this castles air,
And a prisoner of this night I shall remain.


*Olsztyn - is a city in Poland