Stronghold : A Poem

Today is a storm

Raining cats and dogs

Ravenous beasts

Lurking from night till morn

I see through the fogs

The danger in the mist

Seeking to Devore my form

Tomorrow is a stronghold

A marvellous Citadel

Reinforced to save

From what hides in the cold

A refuge from terror a shell

There is no death or ruin or slave.

But what imagination can mould

But the refuge is out of reach

The castle which cannot be breached

The things that haunt us on our heels

Wishing to make us their final meal

Hope, take us to the Stronghold

Fly us to the place of gold.

from now to then, where things are fair

where the sun is bright and the air is clear

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