THE KEEP
The castle contains.
Walls protect the valley
as a refuge, a consolidation
of resources to defend all in the village
against the hoard of necessary evils, without.
The square abides
shops round the block.
Ample parking at the blacksmith's
but every door is a short walk away.
Little need for horsepower in the valley.
The steeple hovers
with holding power
and guilted places within
A guiding light shines the way
and a bell calls with a promise of inner peace.
All is well.
The valley exudes
a confidence of eased minds.
Until the peace is disturbed by rested, well-fed Chairs
resting on crests and passing futures around like
excremental candies
Then turns the key.
The castle locks click and the rules stick.
The village commoner finds a limited existence
not there before and provided as a gift for all, from those
above.
Now the village is safer, tithes and taxes might just pay
for everything.
All is swell.
The village knows a pricy peace
A confidence of those locked within.
The castle holds the keep against those without
The steeple guides the villager to a better tomorrow...
DanO
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