|
Post by Bradley Bostwick on Jun 16, 2007 5:58:55 GMT -5
Maiden castle is shrouded in mist and clouds skulk along its top. Ghosts clad in armour prowl at its foot, legions far from home. Then, from the mist come more apparitions these the rightfull dwellers of this place. With them comes the sounds of battle screams and cries fill the air leaving me locked in the past, Gasping for breath. Then the sun breaks through driving away the mist and clouds. And I find all was an illusion. The battle sounds flee chased by the song of larks for this place of destruction has become the home of butterflies and birds.
pangurban2007
|
|