Behind The Mossy Facade

They both built a castle for the three musketeers.

Three musketeers who lived

So gay and almost care-free.

Luxury, the three thought they had

But the couple knew naught.

Their days filled running up and down

Those castle steps

Behind the mossy facade.

A score in passing,

The castle gave into the weight.

Floors divided,

Walls a-crumbled,

The three trapped

In their own separate chambers, and

The couple thrown into the deepest cut.

Nothing left but rambles,

And the howls

Of the couple's apologies.

The three still lived,

But never a musket

Have they dealt with

As painful as

The broken grand castle

Behind the mossy facade.