Osler Castle, a poem of dreams lost

A front and western side view in winter, 1917

On this spot stood

A castle great

Of stone and wood

Brick and slate

A great man built 

For a beloved mate

On a majestic rise

Overlooking the lake

But fate intervened

And a life was lost

Broken dreams, a broken heart

This monument to love

Served no purpose more

And soon sat empty

It's story, folklore

Devoid of life and love

It suffered great

The hands of time

Had sealed it's fate

Now all that remains

Are stone and brick

A legacy lost

As time's clock ticked

The wind now whistles

Through it's crumbling towers

A ghostly voice

Of forgotten hours

Forget me not

It seems to say

As my memory fades

With each passing day

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Sandy