Poetry

Defense Up (#56)

My defenses are up, and my walls are built,
To pass, one will need more than a tall stilt,
Where I stand now is a castle stronghold,
Before a green meadow with hills that rolled,
The wolf inside has the freedom to roam,
But now this castle is called home,
I do this to prevent hurting more,
I banish the hurt to the realms of the moor,
I will survive, but my wounds will not yet heal,
For time to come, the dark pains, I will feel,
To further on, I must travel to survive and be,
Further is covered in pitch blackness where I cannot see,
Knights take up arms and defend the castle from within,
Where the pain comes from or it had forcefully been.

Any Thoughts?

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