adamdaniel

There in the Gloaming Light

There lie the ruins of the once bright dream, floundering now in dilapidated stone and overbearing vines, which assert their winding dominion with wry persistence. There lie the ruins of a once indomitable hope, mouldering away presently in lonely desuetude, out of sight and out of mind, in the rank branches and festering puddles strewn by the brazen elements. Behold the ramparts of Castle Moran, like a vague afterthought and long forgotten memory, crumbling dismally in the waning day and housed throughout with the stray ghosts that met their peril in this vicinity, the knights that fell by the sword and whose quaking souls expired before the steely face of the imperious sun. There lie the ruins of the once vibrant banquet hall and royal court, where characters in infinite guises filtered through, anxious to prove their worth to the king, or impress the kingdom with brave feats of heroism or stories of valour. There lies the picture of interminable decay, fluctuating between the familiar banks of the past and the fatal arms of the dark enchantress that is future time…