The Fortress

It climbed to heights unknown to him
Surpassing the mountains in the sky
Placing the spires in the high atmosphere
He stopped, looked down, and asked why

But the bricks were in place, the mortar set
He paused again, emitting a heavy sigh
The Fortress was built right out of sight.
A cold and isolated place to die

To where the stars and shadows had met
But he could find no answer to “Why?”
Climbing down from aloft with a tear
Dust and sadness blinding his eye

With chinks in the walls, and pits in the floors
His sadness and losses he could not deny
Seeking a door that was lost in a corner
His own mysterious route told him a lie

Having descended from the lofty nightmare
Breathing thicker air than up high
Reaching the ground he lay in a heap
Staring at the now distant sky

Barbara Blackcinder

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