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Intimidating it stands,
Gray walls of granite,
Reach to the sky.
Menacing impenetrability,
They’ve withstood
The destructive hands of time.
A moat surrounds,
This fortress of strength,
Black are it’s waters,
And beneath that oily glass,
A creature can sometimes be seen,
But just as a brief disturbance,
A violent ripple of the surface.
High above the piers,
Banners whip and snap
By the winds forceful blows.
Within the tallest tower,
A man looks down.
A sad king is he,
For he’s just lost his queen.
Since her passing,
Flight has tempted his soul,
But each day he looks down,
And decides that he’s still got,
One more day to go.
Gray clouds now cover the land,
As marching thousands
Surround the castle.
Once again
The king takes his lofty perch.
He waits for attack.
In his mind he knows,
That the castle will soon fall,
Because these stone walls
Are only as strong,
As the leader who defends them.
But a smile does touch his face,
As he remembers the love lost,
And recognition does take hold,
As he realizes that,
With the fall of his kingdom,
His queen he’ll soon behold.
“Let them attach,”
He shouts to the sky.
“Let them take my life,
Because life’s not worth living,
Without my loving wife.”
Days later,
The castle overrun,
The king sits trapped,
In that high tower.
He knows that time,
Has run its course,
His kingdom, defeated,
His life takes flight.
Broken and crumpled,
Like the body of the king,
The castle soon falls to rubble,
Remembered from then forward,
Only in the minds
Of our dreams.
The End
Copyright June 2001 by Christopher J. Thomasson
