Castle Battle

Castle Battle long withstood
itself divided. Best it could. But
all it stood could stand no more.
Now all that's left is ruined floor
and fundamental echoed sound
of steel on steel, and blood on ground
to pool within foundation strong,
and dissipate to stain ere long.

Its battlements still stand and shine
in mind! Its banners all afurl, athwart,
in different winds betimes. In all
its days, the writing on the wall
was short.
Too busy with
the mouth to dabble
pens when drawing sword
seemed apt to vent the scarlet bile
within, in pointed slash and just attack,
perchance to even score. Now Castle Battle's
gone so far to South, no compass bears
or finds. Its memory stands stories tall,
and doesn't even blush,
except behind.