Stepping out of the courtyard, my visions in my mind seemed to conquer my imagination. The seige has begun and the calvary is mounting onto their magestic horses once again.
The trumpets play an ungodly-like sound that pierces my ears whenever I'm around.
The knights all dressed in their spendor, I'm sure, to guard this large castle of wealth and to cure.
The skies transform into dreary grey, to illuminate the turmoil on this battlement today.
We try to flee, we try to hide, but danger surrounds us and some will surely die.
Copyright.2004 J. Mallinson |
