
Fear is my castle
The place I call home
I furnish it lavish
To keep from feeling alone
A villain sits patient
Each day on my throne
Each different and frightening
In sin they have grown
But this is my castle
The place I must fight
For this is my sanction
My base in the night
Beneath lies a smithy
With swords on the walls
Each night I forge new ones
That help me stand tall
Each blade is made pretty
With metal that's strong
Courage made metal
Conviction my song
And as I face villain
aloft in my hand
The blade I forged pretty
The courage of man
I strike at my foe
And return to my bed
The courage now shattered
New villain found dead
As I dream soundly
New enemies stride in
And though I live scared
I'll forge courage again
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold




Comments (1)
I loved this. It lured me in. Well done!