Sonnet to a dark castle

Majestic building,

Of smiling marbles!

You stand on the hill,

As a Patriarch whose ready,

To lead his people;

In your bricks,

The human Unconscious is inscribed,

By weeping veins,

And mourning eyes,

But neither of them

Will break down,

Your solemn height;

You, a lost souls' shelter!

You, a bridge-way to the Anachronic!

Your gates will remain unopened,

Until a free Sheppherd gets into,

And unleashes a fiery Hybrid,

To conquer your silent Kingdom!