The Castle Poem by Jai K Garg

A bastion behind the thick undergrowth,
Taunts the would be conqueror by its stile,
Formidable gates between wet moat slips;
Shudders with flagrant anticipation;

Predator moves the coveted attack,
Stubborn aggressor with exposed armor,
Ferments turmoil within raging battle calls;
Rigid struggle prevails in the soft torture.

Storming assaults in aristocracy,
Fades resistance to the raw terror,
Unleashed within narrow quivering walls;
Defenses fall to the invaded climax.