The SeigeBy Addiena Brushtail
The sun was setting in the west,
Framing the beauty of the castle.
The enemy swarmed like some great pest,
Stopping at the moat.
The arrows flew first
As the guards fell the enemy began to gloat.
Soon the castle would be theirs!
They had the numbers.
They had caught their enemy unawares,
And as the screams of the defeated filled the air,
The defenders rode out as fair as they were to dare.
The drawbridge had been let down!
Now was the chance!
The hoof beats sounded on the grounds
Of the castle courtyard,
And so it was that the enemy overtook the great Western Castle.
Thus was the Seige.