The Fort was on a mountain.
The mountain was on a lake.
The water froze at night
And burned at daybreak.
A woman stood atop the fort.
She held a bloody blade.
It was as tall and sharp as she
And made of light and shade.
Rains and reigns passed away.
The fort and woman still staid.
Upon the mountain upon the lake
Solemn things did not fade.
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PerceptioN
PoetryNo despair. No depression. Some fun. Some PerceptioN. A collection of a few little products of my boredom. My best work is in the later chapters. ... Highest rank - #169 in poetry - 5/5/16
