These stone steps endured many battles.
Clashes of swordsmen and armor rattles.
To observation turrets the soldiers paced.
Fear-filled thoughts, as each heart raced.
Up to their oblivion, now only a staircase.
Strategic positions upon fortress walls.
From tower ramparts to chamber halls.
Royal archers and soldiers hold sway.
A fight to the death in this mortal play;
but now their remains lie deep in clay.
The labor of pawns, or the king’s toil;
is no different to the bloodthirsty soil.
It drinks all that seeps into the ground.
These sieges topple so many crowns.
By force or diplomacy, they all drown.
The scarred walls of this castle decay;
revealing a battle of forgotten days.
Artifacts to men who long since died;
Duty performed, sword by their side.
Reasons forever lost in a blood tide.