The PRIESTS OF
CHILON CASTLE
Published 27/9/15. A dark tale in an unknown land. ISSUU Publications.
Darkness quietly slides into the room
As the sun falls away
Each object covered in paralyzing gloom
By the end of the day.
Within its crumbling confines, flowers rarely bloom
And every crevice predicts unsightly doom.
Grim warrior priests here reside
Within Chilon’s high walls, glowering
Over the valleys where timorous peasants hide
Where wheat grows in contrary abundance, towering
Trees softly move from side to side
Like flotsam in a powerful tide.
Seduced by thoughts of death
The sweet call of violence
The priests would ride throughout the land’s
breadth
Killing in awesome silence.
Unable, even if they wished, to quench
Their terrible lust; driven by its very stench.
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