Dusty days in the castle

Dusty days at the Castle
By the dawn of the winter
In the rosy garden of the castle
Behold, the dustiness of winter
Hazy and rough in cold garment
Sweeping across the hinterland
Once adorned with garland and orchards
Wherein herds of sheep forages
And plumage of birds frolic at will
Alas, days cast thou shadow over the castle
Forth comes the dust in haste
Like the hives’ quest for nests
Destiny of which darkness hovers
Feasting on the fears that breeds therein
Waiting for a crack in the castle
Lo, eagles seeking to untwine the bond of early motherhood
For the master is burdened with its future
And the battered animals awaits the direction
Forth comes the breezy night
Bearing howling wind from distance
But like the pregnant mother of mixed expectation
The end is not yet close
Oh! The birth of a fog is near
Or the unfolding of the hopeful summer
Dusty days, the beginning of a fragile end!