Huge and ominous were her gates
Men avoided for fear of their fates
Cold stone walls built around her core
They do not talk about it; they whisper but say no more
Few knights dare to roam her palace walls,
the word to slay her dragons bring terror to their chests
Only a few bold enough to step in to try their best
Their prides are grater than their numbers, each and everyone falls
A few scratches on the beasts yet more skulls in her halls.
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The Workings of My Inner Demons
PoetryAn assortment of thoughts that pops into my head worth sharing. A creation not only for an audience but also for myself. It may serve as a reflection in which people can evaluate themselves and eventually morph into better persons. It's also not bou...
