The Impenetrable Fortress Poem by Aerin Andre

There is a fortified fortress surrounded by the rubble of histories past, and the mysteries of the future.

Interesting it seems this building has the signs of massive damage, yet here it stands skulking over whoever decides to wanders through its silhouette.

A unique bombardment seemed to have fired armaments upon armaments of weaponry, yet here it stands.

The sand of the hourglass seems to have slowly faded this presence out of its boundaries, while we continue through life's memorization this marvel seems to merely strengthen.

Seasons pass, and while time does not seem to leave a scar upon the embankment.

History seems to not be able to recall the origin of the mirror less palace.

Questions arise on the defense mechanisms that have been attached.

What skulks within the presence of this illustrious shadow?

What must be the rarity of its contents?

The destruction that lays in its wake, not one of an army, but as it seems of obscene nature.

The battles that have taken place on these grounds confound the wise and plague the decrepit.

Clues seem to appear telling the story of whom or what ruled this disgrace.

Attached to the left wing of the structure seems to be a lock of a brownish strand of some sort.

This may be the clue to unravel the mystery for a past fortnight revealed a different colored strand.

The aroma is of the first afternoon of summer and the taste of a yearly reunion.

One entrance has been instituted to this stronghold.

A simple key lock appears to be the only way to enter.

If the entry seems so childish why has no immigrant penetrated the depths to seek asylum.
To the dismay of many the lands greatest key maker has failed countless times to forge a fake entry object.

It has been accepted that a mere key in harmony is the only way to enter.

There are signs of forced entry, but the keys entrance has signs that reveal disaster.

Obviously no one has been able to succeed to surpass through the gate.

A myth whispers to place your ear to the door and if your imagination recedes to wander the sound of a feint beat can be heard.

The importance of what lies inside this fortress can be surmised to not only be valuable but yet priceless.

Not a materialistic object is strewn across its innards’ but nothing that a price can be simply decided upon.

Yet if one marvelous human being can stroll inside without difficulty the rarity of the item will make her not a woman of wealth but of emotional satisfaction.

Until this mystic art comes to fruition time will decide to leave this massive fortress outside of its hand of control.

While the aging of all else passes it shall remain ceaseless in the climate, but while will only make its defense stronger.

What has future decided for what lies in this stronghold?

In hopes to declare the possibilities that all fables end in joy seem to exempt this story from its eternal rule.