Dungeons - Poem by Luca Menin
Sight blinded, I no longer wonder.
Mythology beast from fin air transmuted.
Florentine columns, dress in night vest
Shut up on the dungeons' palace view.
Angels hanging Achilles' heel in the vacant air.
Fly murmurs eyes, on the spider web.
Canteen walls of corked smell.
Like guards shape- my head escape.
Prisoner Reflections of queens with a dark shadow face.
The bells chime mute tower.
My heart tremble, My breath humble
Another vision of shameful armor.
Iron ivy adorns the entrance gate,
Silly hats, call the people, wear.
Behind the bars...
The king rats, salute from the chink of the wall.
Plane to escape to her majesty forest maid.
Teeth scratching the mortar wall.
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