Hemlocked Heart

In a forgotten time, banished to stout barricades
Of conveniently barbed, blackberry bramble
Condemned by hedges to listen to countless retellings
Monotonously marking each passing day with a ruthless ramble

Until the dawning of the centennial spectacle revealed
Me to be a monster born from hapless pricked curiosity.
The weary women warned of the eternal boundary 
To be draw if fragments were spun into cocoons of mediocrity

When all was lost to constant belittlement and gilded walls
Did castles try to fall or did they weep for haunted figments?
Beset by ragged footsteps echoing down limestone halls,
Tempoed thorns piercing through time frozen mists

With overgrown shields, won’t feel the missing towers
Nor the bitter taste of fallen berries that killed a pristine soul.
Silence echoes through wastelands that once held concertos,
I find myself wishing with dread to forsake my long held brambled rule.