El Alcazar
When we think of castles it's always the same
The fairytale prince and princess who lived happily ever after.
Not this time,
This castle gray and stiff
covered in moss bricks and a swirling staircase of doom
held evil prisoners, trapped souls, and
convicted murderers, blood covered knives.
The sky turns from blue to the darkest shade of black
When the heavens see their lips curl into the sickest smile.
Dungeons capable of driving a man insane,
lock their doors so they can't get in.
Punishment seems to be the only answer.
Whips crack, and blankets are taken,
now, does this sound like the happily ever after?
Jenna-- you are so good at poetry. You sum up what you're trying to say so well and use a lot of good descriptive words to aid in your explanations. I loved this piece good job.
ReplyDeletei really liked that. It had such a dark undertone maybe. It was really interesting, and kept the reader listening.
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