Upon the gates
Trying to crawl their way in
Their cries are not ones of sadness
But of bloodlust
You're not sure if the gates will hold
All you know is that if they get in your done
You're over
However you can't let that happen
You can't let your castle fall
For your castle is your being
Without it you are none
There is fight left in you
So as you stare down those monsters
Remember, this is your castle
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Poems: A collection
شِعرA small collection of my poems. Some of them are sad, some are happy, and some are just fun!
