ACRE

ACRE Well, is it better to travel than arrive Getting there doesn’t mean you rest As that is when exploring starts again To return here, nobody knows when Stand on the walls and beat your chest Such adventures make you feel alive For some, the journey starts right here Exploring, thinking, seeing the sights Digging to realise what history applies Perhaps seeing this through their eyes With flaming torches as the only lights As their destruction was drawing near But all that was about a millennium ago Still burning bright in the local identity Ruined castle walls and a narrow street Are reminiscent of that painful defeat All changed forever in that first century And some events that none will know The Templar history is calling so strong What is written seems prejudicial at best Tunnels and secret passages still survive And to discover the truth, one must strive The scratched out writing is a palimpsest Time for more digging before too long