I write a lot of drafts of lyrics, which really is just poetry. Some of them I had a melody in mind for, but then after I finish writing them they just don’t fit anymore, and some of them I write but they had no melody to begin with and I couldn’t think of one so they just stay poems. This is one of those pieces. Not sure if I shared it or not here, so here it is!
No real notes on this: Had no name for it or anything, so the tentative title was always just “Castle”. Saw something about a castle in Ireland that fell into the sea, and got inspired to write this.
There once was the grandest castle,
That sat upon the sea.
It’s ivory walls were marbled fine,
It’s catacombs’ pristine.
The King and Queen who nestled there
Forewent their worries and their cares,
A party thrown every night,
To bring the people delight.
The servants worked, amongst the waves,
Their fingers brittle and bare.
Of all the rings they yearned to own,
That the King and Queen did wear.
For some great envy sprouted fruit,
But others knew their lot in life,
To serve the King and Queen adored,
As they slaved away right by the shore.
Into the tower nearest to the sea,
Rusted, rickets green.
A night in which no one would forget,
A festival took place.
The servants slaved to serve the crowds,
Used to this routine
They did not know the tower’s creaked,
They could not hear the crumbling sheen,
Too busy serving all who came,
To praise the King and Queen by name.
And so when the tower fell,
Down into the depths below,
The noblemen did nothing more
Then greave this loss for show.
And so the King and Queen did leave,
This castle lost it’s fancy.
For who would want a watery grave?
Who would serve their whims?
Now the castle, once grand and bold,
Sits on the shore, decays,
No King or Queen dare live in a place,
Where they could keep no maids?
Others say the tower fell,
Due to contemptuous greed.
But many just say, rest in peace,
To the servants in the sea.