The Citadel

The two friends went out on an adventure 

Their favourite places, where no one ventures

Their love for ruins of historical significance mainly

In deserted, dilapidated and haunted plains and terrain 

They could hardly see any sign of mankind 

But their interest lay in exploits of a different kind.

And that brought the twosome  to track their find 

A Citadel, once a place bustling with activity 

Now in shambles and a forgotten entity 

This is  where a lovely maiden, kind and thoughtful resided  

Whose beauty was talked over and over and presided 

As the two mounted the stairs of the relic of a building 

An eerie feeling engulfed the entrance, foreboding 

As if someone was awaiting their arrival or homecoming 

In these tumbles of a glorious past, medieval living 

A faint form of a woman, dressed in white standing there 

Enclosing her arms around his friend and drawing him near 

He felt like he was floating in the air of his own volition 

White in the face, tried his best to leave the dereliction

Seeing his friend ensnared in her trails 

He tried to scoot and jump over the rails 

But wanting to drag him out of her clasp 

Looked back, shocked at him shrinking further back

Whether it was out of fright or fight 

Was a mystery that had no answer insight 

Helpless, and unable to do anything 

He retracted and gathered his wits about him 

Without a second glance, he ran as fast as he could, 

And lo behold, where their car was parked, his friend stood !!! 

Was he the maiden's lover in her yester prime?

No wonder!! She let him go, she was so noble and kind.