Maria’s Fortress



Winds howl,

Moons pass by, overshadowed by clouds

Of parting rains and shimmering rays

Of unseen lights.

On a hill stood a house.

A fortress from

Whence the rule presided.

The sun rose, the sun set

Mist stole over,

The glass frosted,

Stone cold, the ice claimed its grip.

The cold crept into

The threshold, seeped into

The essence of

The home. It was never the same.

But the sun rose again.

Cast golden rays of hope,

Thawed the ice,

Silenced the cries, dried the tears.

The house stood on the hill.

All could see it, feel it.

There it stood,

For generations come and gone.



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