Storming the Castle (A Child's Tale)

The rustle of paper,

The shuffling of feet,

So nervously tapers, 

The fears of the weak,

With hard, black ridges

Hair raises in fear,

With an absence of bridges,

The danger draws near,

A piercing ringing,

The battle horns sound,

No longer left lingering,

The marching echoes resound,

Take your positions,

Prepare to attack,

He comes the opposition,

Ms. Carothers O'Mack!