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.



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