Only the ravens know
The ravens strut confidently .
Along the ruined castle walls
As soon as they catch sight of me.
The air is filled with raucous calls.
Intruders are not welcome here.
The ravens sound their battle cry
We will attack if you draw near
We are prepared to fight and die
Perhaps it’s as the legends say
They house the spirits of the dead.
The locals choose to stay away
the raven’s cries fill them with dread..
They treat the ravens with respect.
because the legends might be true.
and leave the ravens to protect
The battlements the way they do.
The legend tell of treachery
A baron broke his given word
and slaughtered men remorselessly
Every last one put to the sword.
The castle stood unoccupied
abandoned to a slow decay
but haunted by the men who died.
The locals still believe today.
I study local history
but I can find no reference
To confirm this gory story.
There is no concrete evidence.
The ravens claim the right to stay
and they patrol the ruined walls.
Always ready to turn away
intruders with their raucous calls.
I will continue with my quest
and check the records minutely
I fear I have become obsessed
With this old ruins history.
There must be records held somewhere
Which will confirm such treachery.
I do not think the scribes would dare
to ignore such barbarity.
Saturday, 26 February 2011
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