Cold Stone Walls

I walk these long and lonely halls

Trapped inside these cold stone walls

I travel here and must remember

Not warm June but cold December

How the black stallion's hoof falls

Beneath his master inside these cold stone walls

Time is still, I move not forward

Once a peasant trapped by a sword

And still, I face him in the archway

My stolen goods lay at my feet

For some turnips and some parsley

I lost my life on this cold pathway

Trapped by the need of my flesh's cruel claws

I will never stray again outside these cold stone walls