Fortress

The iron gates, the daunting locks,

The nauseating chains, the bolts and knobs

Each of them checked, every path blocked

The guard let out a relieved sigh.

“Much at stake ‘ere, can’t afford to be lax”

Deep, dark secrets the fortress does hold

Of times when souls were axed

When kings turned rogue

In and out danced a sunbeam,

And the guard did sneer,

“Silly little thing, do as you fit deem,

You won’t be ruffling a thing here”

It manoeuvred through the crevices,

The guard looking on amused,

And then it spread into dark premises

Leaving its ‘blessing’ behind.

The iron gates, the daunting locks,

The nauseating chains, the bolts and knobs

Each of them checked, yet unsure

Nonplussed, the guard did look around

The fortress would never be the same here on.

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