The Keep

The Keep ©

Penned by Brad Osborne

 

Stone walls, each block, mortared by tears

a moment of pain, a secretive fear

 

Walls thick and high, built by the years

impenetrable, safe, salvation lies here

 

Moat wide and black, nothing comes near

don’t want to see, neither to hear

 

Bridge raised high, by pulley and gear

oak and hard steel, a face so austere

 

The castle is built, protected by spear

a harbor from the emotive frontier

 

I hide in the Keep.

Protected.

Alone.

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