(dedicated to Mr. Anthony Foster, a poet friend at poemhunter)
at every cry of every cities' walls
at every joy of every towers' windows
at every challenging of every warriors' blades
we will meet every honors of every hearts' dignity
most through midnight alleys I feel
how the caring of heroes' spirits
hug our beloved-strong souls
O dear, without hesitation
calm journey on human sake
I wander inside nature's visions
keeping along it their eternal existence
it flows through old hushed castle and its park
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You certainly inspire inspiration and enthusiasm, this has sown a seed about a castle, an abbey and a battlefield. Thankyou