caressed by the only ally..
a fireplace always lit when it snowed,
an attic full of raw supplies..
a broken parapet, withered rampart,
which reminded him of the battle..
they tried to pull him down the throne,
he was valourous..
their naked swords,
blood dripping down the tip..
he couldn't stand their malignity,
trebuchets were at work..
they wanted him to be a part of them,
a villa that promised salvation..
he was unscathed..
but the darts poisoned him,
he was alone, in the dungeons,
he came out, revived..
he searched frantically,
for the attic, for his fireplace..
he looked out of the window arch..
they spat venom, held torches,
his heart belonged to the castle,
he felt his love for the place..
he felt a dry smile when he saw -
that the armour would always guard him..
2 comments:
Very vivid imagery...d battlefield, d fallen king, a broken fort all tat...my mind went bk 2 Agra Fort...I cud picture everythin U mentioned...love it man...n dis tym I'm simply not gonna look beyond wat's given, I love it jus as it is, 4 it's face value :)
umm gore umm again defamiliarizes the whole deal well written I like how it's centered around the ideas of ally and protection inbetween the images i like that :)
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