A melancholic poem

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Here lies a boy, within these castle walls,
A prisoner, he gazes out, beyond the lofty halls.
His heart, once full of mirth and glee, now yearns and aches,
For he is locked away, his freedom, a distant memory.


The sun still shines, and the birds still sing,
But their melody reaches him, on desolate wings.
He remembers the warmth of the morning light,
Now obscured by the shadows of an endless night.


He thinks of his friends, their laughter, and their tears,
Their smiles, once a comfort, now a distant memory, it appears.
He recalls the joy of running, wild and free,
Now confined to these walls, a lonely captivity.


And oh, his family, their love, a shining light,
Now but a faint echo, in the darkness of night.
He pictures their faces, their eyes, full of care,
Wishing he could tell them, that he is safe in here.


For he is not afraid, though lonely and forlorn,
His spirit remains strong, though his body is worn.
He knows that his heart is a beacon, bright and true,
And that one day, he'll break free, and start life anew.


So, he waits, with a quiet and resolute mind,
Knowing that his destiny, he will someday find.
Here lies a boy, within these castle walls,
A story untold, a journey yet to unfold.