The Castle Without a Name
When I was small, the world made sense,
If hurt arrived in false pretense.
Our home became a castle high,
Where queens wore smiles and monsters sighed.
My queen once laughed like silver bells,
Before the curse, before the spells.
And when the rubies marked her mouth,
I called it magic, not a wound dealt out.
For queens don’t bleed, they only gleam,
In every book and every dream.
And monsters live where stories say,
Not in the halls where children pray.
So I stayed still. I learned the rules.
I sharpened silence into tools.
I hid inside the pages tight,
Where dragons burned the dark with light.
I never named the thing I feared.
Names make monsters feel too near.
In tales the unnamed always fade,
So I believed. And so I stayed.
