castle

Empty, noises, echoing, walls, black, spiders, Crows, a full moon, a castle, a broom, and a hat, I was up in the middle of the night, Flying was the white witch, laughing, out of the window, of the great castle, with grace, somewhere to the north. It rained, She flew over the clouds. She never came back. I own the castle now . 

Equal.

Equal were we!

 Equal were the hearts

 equal were the scars

 equal were the laughs

 equal were the wars 

 Equal were the tones

 equal were the songs

 equally we danced 

 We were so equal 

that we made a whole 

with fitting cracks 

that were not equal

 but they did fit. 

~Shafaq Shahid