Stone Touch

Oh how her castle stands firm.
Towers screaming to the heavens.
Gates alone with power, no need for guarding.
Walls scorched with battle cries from the other side. Etched with qoutes from every broken heart dared called love.
The only shadow with power...
Shade for the burned. Comfort for the child inside. Dark enough for the love that died.
She's alone. Bending up vines along the walls hoping her romeo will take his chance.
Yet the garden doesn't reach as high.
Trees as massive as the mountains. Yet just short of true life. Vision from the top, blurry and incomplete. Hurting her people for adventure outside. What's out there?
Forests lay gain to the surrounding region. Allowing hope to reassure life on the other side.
Resting in her keep, with a single want for care.
Alone she walks her castle, rubbing her soft fingers against the walls. With the reminder of cold, she breaks apart. Having no hand to hold, she graces her walk. Firm steps of the believer.
Finally on the brink of defeat. She stands waiting. Searching without moving. Just to get a glimpse of that splash of hope these walls distribute. Every shadow later dissolved into the mist of night. No motivation to move on.
With one final touch of the walls she wishes to destroy, her silence is broken. With a final touch, her walls, have spoken.