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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Horror
- Subject: Poems & Songs
- Published: 04/07/2023
Sleeps
Born 1959, M, from Stoke, United KingdomHaunted by that fateful plight
Greeted by the terrible sight
A home and house set alight
A wife an child taken overnight
Attacked by marauding bands
Taken through the barren lands
Where bodies lie under shifting sands
To where the old castle still stands
Once a place of an honourable lord
Now ruled by those who wield a sword
Prepared to kill for little reward
And the rule of law is oft ignored
In haste he mounted his noble beast
His family must be released
On the blood of their captors he would feast
Only then would the pain be ceased
He rode by night and rested by day
Across the sands he made his way
From their trail he did not sway
Closing fast upon his prey
Then before him the castle loomed
Dark and filled with the dead and doomed
In dark despair he was consumed
Yet the rage within him bloomed
He silently entered the castle gate
What guards there were met their fate
Their blood did not his temper sate
He was filled with merciless hate
He held one man with sword compelled
to reveal where his family held
At his reply his anger swelled
And at his sword another felled
For both he was told, in the sand did met their end
They resisted their captors and refused to bend
For their curses and resistance they were condemned
And their blood with the sand did blend
He closed the gate and chained it well
Lit a fire in the castle and watched it swell
The flames swept through where the marauders dwell
Through their screams and pleadings condemned to hell.
From his soul hope slowly seeps
In his heart the darkness creeps
By their grave he gently weeps
As he longs to sleep where his beloved sleeps.
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