The Wall Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Wall it burns ah!
In the night
It turns a twilight red
It burns
It burns
And yet
No tongue of fire
Comes


The Wall
It was built long
Long of centuries
Ago
Arm lengths of time
How much they heard
And saw
And
Even whispers heard
Centuries ago
Repeat they echoing
Echoing
As caves
And caverns do

The Castle round
Abandoned and
Half dilapidate
Mourns with
An open ear
The grim hand of Fear
Throughout the night
It moves over dark seas
IT moves
It moves
Till Dawn it moves!