The place lays phased like a warrior slayed <br />Engraved into history with his sword still raised <br />Layers of blood sprayed through the hallways <br />Praise relays off walls echoing like sunrays <br /> <br />Flash back time; the iniquitous attack but no impact. <br />Cracked walls burnt black like a kingdom sacked <br />Memories and artefacts attacked yet still intact <br />Melodies wrapped in glass shatter with the impact <br /> <br />Sunrays illuminate the smoke filled haze <br />And the blood drenched altar is set ablaze <br />With a new redolence to scent the place <br />By those who no longer need to steal or chase <br /> <br />The aftermath, a palace building once standing <br />No longer erect, dust particles are now dancing <br />A thin frozen fortress; whose walls are well worn; <br />From within ransacked overnight bare and forlorn. <br /> <br />Stripped to an cavern empty of any fight <br />Like a life gone wrong wandering in the twilight <br />Morning light slips in, sifting through the darkness <br />And a premature vision of glory spawns a new atlas. <br /> <br />Sown seeds and sacred stepping stones replace; post crusade <br />New trees cover streets were kings once played <br />The dirt is now unearthed and the world is yours to foray; <br />New life has given birth to a generation to pathe the way.<br /><br />Zaheed Patel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/robin-hood-prince-amongst-thieves/
