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Wales, U.K. 2004

Unguarded by the living now, The castle stood. Drawbridge dangling. Tongued mouth reaching outward. Crenulations gnawing, The stark gray sky. Rime-covered battlements Coated with gangrenous moss moan. With a banshee’s howl through apertures Where archers once stood.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 12/28/2008 7:20:00 PM
I really like this poem, wonderfully descriptive. Thank you commenting on my poem The Thief. I did spell it correctly. BG
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Date: 12/28/2008 6:07:00 PM
You must be an avid traveler! Wales is the place of my ancestors...so I took great interest in this poem. Beautifully done, Deborah! ~ Carrie
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Date: 12/28/2008 1:29:00 PM
another great poem, this time of great war and kings which commanded them.
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