it sounds like a prison instead of a castle.

"The quiet storm of my heart begins to wake"

...then it is for me as though that ~*Thunderous MidNight*~ out of doors begins to take hold and come into it's own..and still that light, that light in a window burns ever so brightly aglow in a casstle standing tall. The seasoned travellor passing by through in darkest night has found at last a place of sanctuary.
Crash, the Thunderous bolts of MidNight strike out..yet within the castle halls a crackling fire gives the hearthside's comfort of welcome..

O.k. O.k. so it is I love your writing penned for anytime it seems that I can be given to continue on the flow of words..what can I say..this writing I adore.Smile