Did I slander graffiti
over beautiful castle
like we built and maintained?
Did I ruin
perfectly painted walls
that black paint
of the deep truth?
Had promised myself
to just let black truth stay buried
under garden of fresh
spring flowers.
But a mischievous wind
blew away fresh flowers
and this mischievous wind
out of The North
stirred up black soil
that spat on
freshly painted wall
of our castle.