Trauma.

We stormed the Castle walls

after the eternal siege,

 

& saw rotting corpses in ugly sleep, without dignity

but with a peace denied those few we found alive.

 

Their eyes were almost closed

& damp with pitiful terror.

 

Their mouths made sounds we could hear but

could not understand.

 

We looked around us for reason, the evidence

of a final stand, but we found nothing.

 

Then the walls began growing, we were

surrounded, helpless, scared, abandoned

 

& at last we understood.

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