Death's fortress made of ash
Cemented by blood
Floats from captured spirits
Unforgiving for mistakes
Causing death.
Chambers lined with skeletons
Frozen in time
Reeking of fermented lives.
Spirits unseamed
From bodies
Leaving wrinkled memories.
Heads bald
Like a tree without it's leaves
Hair used as nooses
Nails as murderous knifes
As precious as ivory.
Fortress of death giving me a creepy feeling.................A Good Write............
am not able to see through this poem...wonder in what mood has it been written....but interesting indeed, too dark it seems...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..even if it is dark, a good expression.. and nicely penned! Thank you!