A changing fight, a scarring night

*Loud Tumult* , that pierced their raucous echos through the darkness of these hollow corridors, *spears of shots* , that hissed its way through its cold wind, *bumping strikes* , that resounded over and over again to shake these empty floors, *and pained cries or frustrated and angry screams on form of sharp hisses* , that hollowed their *not* inaudible sounds through the misleading maze of aisles and turns, thousand tenebrous hallways.

Echoing and shilling, through every corner, every gap or centimetre, those blank labyrinth of this monstrous, large place owned,..

_...like an neverending fading scream..._

..,where once only Silence reigned, that was now no more, but vibrating shreds, ripped apart, by its resounding Rumble.

..pass closed wooden doors..

..pass Red-hoods and soldiers, patrolling those sunless ways..

..pass a monstrous arched, patterned gate..

..pass one feared entrance to the inescapable dungeon..

The entire massive structure and everyone inside, that noticed these sounds to rage inside of them and entertaining their eagle ears, but how loud they were, were their striking noises not able to escape its deafening walls of thick concrete and impenetrable stone. Yet, stay deep hidden, beyond its lifeless barriers, hidden away, from the prying eyes and curious ears of the rich Citizens outside the eye-piercing , enormous building marking the centre of their glorious home.

_Dublin-within-wall._

A place, the only metropolis to still exist, glorious, enormous and feared, a pain in the eye, with its sun-reflecting tiles, covering the District of the most richest sorcerer, separated from the diseases or poorness the district of all the outsider, slaves, farmers or poor spread. The main city to lead and control, the one and only one to rule the conquered world, with all its monuments, eye-striking skyscrapers and the never-ending tumult of thousands of people, surrounded by a deserted land of harvested plants and dried land, rocks and hills, far away from the striking terrors of the Forbidden Forest and surrounded by a thick wall, keeping the forests Shadows away

Self-pride and self-love, that marked these selfish, rich people, As they lived their comfortable life's of Ignorance and Arrogance, day in, day out, that they walked on these burning tiles around the lifeless arched gate leading to the death yard of the cool stone castle.

With the heat to stab down on their silk veils, fine cloaks or outstanding, broad hats, protecting them from its deathly shines, while the slaves they pulled with them, with ropes or clattering chains, had to endure the blinding ball's entire, piercing Rage.