The castle

This is a poem about the description of a castle on a dark foggy night

It was a cold, dark, foggy night.
The wind was blowing,
And I could hear the thunder calling.
Through the trees and the clouds,
I could catch a glimpse,
of the light of the moon.
I pushed forward feeling the wind,
Push against my body.
I held my coat close keeping the cold out.
I couldn't see in front of me,
For the fog was so thick.
Yet still the wind tore at the tears,
As they fell out the corners of my eye.
Shivering from the cold,
I looked up and could finally see it.
There it sat off in the distance.
The moon light was bathing the,
towers in its silver shimmering glow.
The fog wrapped around,
The base of the towers.
Making the castle look as,
If it was floating on clouds.
There was eight round towers,
piercing the sky;
They was the first thing I saw.
They was connected by fortified walls,
Of grayish stones.
Upon their ledges sat stone figures,
They looked almost human.
They had sharp teeth
Almost like a lion,
Their eyes glowing red.
There was stylish windows scattered
thinly around the walls in,
fairly symmetrical patterns,
along with huge crenelations
for archers and artillery.
There was a huge gate with,
hefty metal hendges attached
to the large wooden doors.
A moat protects those in need
from the treacherous lands outside.
It's the only way in,
without taking down the castle walls.
The castle shows signs of decay
after being around for ages,
but its inhabitants are determined
to repair any weaknesses to make,
sure this castle will be around
for ages to come.
A handful of waterfalls
flow into various small
rivers that provide the
precious moat, with its
much needed water.
As it flowed around the,
Outer limits of the castle.
The forest just out side the castle,
Gave a eerie cold feeling to my bones.
The trees was thick and dense,
Given off a dark cold feeling.