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The Fortress

Updated on June 26, 2017
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Brett Romine is a teacher and writer. He recently published Feudal Education, or The Heretic Knight, which is available on Amazon Kindle.


The winding, twisted path that leads to the stronghold of my heart

Is perilous beyond measure.

In the center, the keep itself, fortified beyond reason,

Has never felt the tread of intruder’s boots.

Nor have the formidable inner walls

Been topped with the flag of another master.


Few have ventured within the boundary, where stands the outer wall.

Foolishly, some have stormed the gatehouse,

Only to be trapped and wounded, taunted and tormented,

With no way of flight; no way of escape, except the abyss.


Walls built for defense—siege-proof, impenetrable, defiant,

May also imprison attacker—friend, foe, lover . . .

Despondent, depressed, daunted by loss of liberty,

All witness a paradoxical tragedy unfold:

Predator becomes Prey; Besieger: Besieged,

Perpetrator: Victim; Intimate Love: Indifferent Destruction

Bright Angel transformed to Darkest Demon!


Before Lucifer fell, his star burned most brightly;

His hand most skilled with instrument; his voice filled with song.

Yet, as his star tumbled from the firmament, along with legions of angels,

Even God must have wept at the sight of his downfall;

Even God high in heaven, unassailable in his heavenly fortress,

Must have mourned the loss of his best and brightest,

And wept bitter tears that made the very thread of existence tremble.


Darkness descends, an iron and stone reality binds me,

Making a mockery of my misery.

No hope, no love, no compassion—only the realization

That I can never escape and no one can ever reach me!

Safe in my keep, secure in my walls, confident in my castle,

I peer out of my stronghold with a death-seeking stare.

Swallowed up in the silence of my absolute seclusion,

And slowly waste away—one barrier from bliss.

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      Ryan Fuller 3 months ago from Louisiana, USA

      Such deep emotion is this poem. Made me imagine what it would be like to be in that kind of seclusion. I cannot imagine being held in one place for so long.