Poetry
Besieged.
Kash Baloch·July 4, 2013·Original
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The stars illuminated the sky,

shining brighter than I had ever seen, though my innocence prevented me from

suspecting they were warning me.

I lay

my head down and slipped into the sweetest sleep before I was deceived by my

own dreams.

In my deep slumber, I was

oblivious to your men scaling my castle walls.

First there were two, then ten, then fifty armed men, ready to risk

their lives until my fortress fell.

Your

cowardice compelled you to attack with the moon as your accomplice, though even

twilight could not conceal your poor sportsmanship.

Under siege under the stars with all of my

knights in their beds,

you set fire to my vulnerability then watched

as my world burned.

I was forced awake

as smoke filled my lungs, gasping for air as I became aware of your

invasion.

My pride and stubbornness

refused to be taken down without a fight, as I became more alert with every

moment of that critical night.

Your

cruel crusade was no match for my logic or reason, as I rounded up my men,

determined to crucify you for your treason.

I will not be violated by one so weak and especially not whilst I am

asleep.

You underestimated me for the

last time and now I will show you what sets us apart.

With all of your support captured by mine, I

search for you wildly through the inferno that ravages my home.

I find you cowering in fear, the most pitiful

sight I have ever seen.

Your nature is

exposed, only deserving of sympathy.

I

set you free, for you are already imprisoned by your fear to live.

“cowardice compelled you to attack with the moon as your accomplice, though even”

— Besieged.

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