This is very different, I don't usually share my poetry, but I want you to know me. I don't write poetry as much as fiction or as much as I once did. Share your thoughts, but please be gentle. Poetry is not my strong suit. I've been tinkering with this one for awhile. So without further ado I present,
Lost in a cavernous castle, canvassing cold stone corridors.
Dark is the spirit, steeped in solitude seeking sunshine.
Only ever seen in drunken revelry, never in the morning light.
"Spirits do not reside here." Just ask the court jester.
The party continues, without a second thought.
Still wandering, lost amid the ruins.
Every corridor leads back to the party.