Rebellion at the Gates.

Steel the tower
before the
fall.
Intelligible tongues
speak to
all.
Awake imprisoned
to distant
lands.
Trembling, furious,
agitate the
sands.

So the gates lay
open.
One more token for
the ferry man.
Is my name in that
book of
gold?
In those tales of old
as part of some
master plan?

Damn the waters
within the moat.
Damn the man, and
damn his boat.
Name in a book? They
just hope to gloat...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
1/3/2012