Places That Tell a Story

A fortified castle with four towers stood mighty on a barren, grassless hill, here once helpless horses trampled down wounded by pointy arrows... they neighed and slid down not having the strength to go further and deluded the soldiers in heavy armor... who came to conquer; do these places tell a story mentioned by troubadours in their ballads... who left their dear home and took endless risks? Meadows swarmed with dandelions were blown away by the speed of their stallions, and they rode until they met the enemy and clashing they chanted clamorously... did they wish victory and glory, or die valorously? On battlefields, there are no streets paved with grey cobblestones and people thriving, only untamed wilderness where blood drips profusely from faces of dying warriors who cursed God constantly and now supplicate Him for mercy; they will face death alone and decrying their folly, nobody can save them from their misery! Strum your guitar and find places that tell a story, where a lover left lovely words on crumbling walls, for that heart seeking love before they were washed away by rain and there would be nothing to hope for a lost boy although moonlight was very radiant and shone among clouds... with the promise of a serenade that had a happy refrain!