by Robert William Shmigelsky
citadel… walls… long fallen.
Yet halls within almost pristine.
Majestic with their
gilded red carpet, rows of armor,
hearths still burning.
After you leave you believe
to have been transported,
the land having changed around you.
Only to later discover
had continued as normal
a thousand years without you.
© 2010 Robert William Shmigelsky
Robert is an aspiring fantasy writer taking English courses at Okanagan College to try to improve his writing. Besides reading and writing, some of his hobbies include computers, football and history. He has a dry sense of humour, for which he blames his stepfather. Also, he has a habit of making history jokes no one but him understands. He is currently working as a certified care aide in beautiful British Columbia to support his writing.
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