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The Fortress Within
Written: October 11, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Craig Cornish ***************** The obsolete stone fort stood ubiquitous and ominous, a layer was full of tales and osmosed senses. Towers cast a silence that weighed on my chest— as the wind whistled through castle slits, It slid past the slumped ramparts. Wet clay—damp air sighed in the gaps of dawn, cold beared my step, which felt both cruel and vast. Fear and solitude were etched into every wall~ yet my will flared, torchlike, in my gaze. This castle—whether chosen or not—is my refuge, The roof evokes nostalgia yet lacks warmth— I recall sunshine seeping over willow trees, The stones convey the idea of fortitude. Life must follow me from hollow halls— to chambers where my pulse dares to echo. It ought to linger where apathy holds no sway~ quench your thirst from the dark wells of lust. Shape a shield from the void that wraps us, It is dotted with heirlooms, built bare of love, and grasped tightly in the inferno of despair.
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