The Moat
A man stands
His appearance uncertain
All I recall
Is a stone wall
Water and land
Expanse
Surely there could be a way across
Certainly, the broken dreams of his forefathers, they could
Must
Come to fruition
Shifting and watching, he stands.
At the forefront of Hell's maw,
a simple moat of water.
Uncrossable, all have tried.
It is understood.
The man who stands
turns away. He does not know.
And could not know.
For he has been told.
Copyright © Samuel Durant | Year Posted 2014
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