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…