Down the deep dungeon,
The corridors dark.
Screams of the prisoners,
Echoed on the cold stones.
Bleeding and in pain,
Some were half-dead .
How many came and went,
No one counted.
The castle was majestic,
All glorious and lit.
Prisoners were tokens –
Of victory and valor.
Questions rang,
In those helpless souls –
How are we enemies?
What is our sin?
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Stay Blessed 🙂
— Priya Pramod
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