A Tryst With Time

Housing royalty,
Bequeathed to heir,
A lion’s lair.

Standing strong,
Though inhabited no more,
Windows encrusted,
with shells of shore.

Home of the haunts,
Mortal bane,
Then,shelter for madmen,
Home for the insane.

A ruin of stone,
devoid of creation,
now standing alone,
Succumbed to Industrialization.