Storming the Castle (A Child's Tale)

Storming the Castle (A Child's Tale)

A Poem by Mr. Moore

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!

© 2012 Mr. Moore

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Added on December 6, 2012
Last Updated on December 6, 2012


Mr. Moore
Mr. Moore

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