The Accolade The Accolade, Edmund Blair Leighton

Bricks and Stone

There's a castle in the borders
A dark and lonely keep,
Stone and moss and iron
Where once a King did sleep,
It stands,forlorn in it's neglect
Brooding,forsaken and alone
The passion and love which once it knew
Is now as cold as bricks and stone,
Now as dead, as bricks and stone.

This loneliness,which we both have known
Is just like that,bricks and stone
Now there is no poetry,anymore
For the soil is barren,we stand alone,
The garden where the flowers have died
Is now as cold as bricks and stone.

Where,once was sunlight upon your face
Is now a sad and desolate place,
Where once,the joy of love was known,
Is now as cold as bricks and stone.

Yet,I still can see your favourite chair
Within the room,which we both have known
The floral mirror,where you combed your hair
Is now as cold as bricks and stone,
The whispered words,of love,for us,alone
Are now as cold as bricks and stone,
The warm heart that made this house a home
Is now as cold as bricks and stone.

The hearth is empty,the glow has gone
The clock has stopped,marking time
No letters in the hallway,no ringing'phone
This house is cold,as bricks and stone.