Atop the World Lies a Castle Fair

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At the top of the world

lies a castle fair--

parapets high and gilded stair.

Above the spray

of ocean tide,

the birds of love

and dragons glide

Watching o’er the castle great

with fiery breath

or green-branched plait.

Through the glass

all color-stained

the sun doth shine

long unrestrained.

The gentle queen

with babe in arms

sings lullabies

of fairies charms

of knights’ good deeds

and love unfeigned

of hopes and dreams

to be attained.

When the bright blue eyes

do droop and close,

she lay him down

and kiss his nose.

The fair young queen

then doth wander

halls and gardens

her fate to ponder.

The rooms are empty,

the throne is bare

no soul doth laugh

or labor there;

alone, so high,

atop the earth

the gilded halls,

her land a dearth.

What will the morrow bring?

It can’t be known.

But for today,

she is alone.