Classic words about the Millmount magic
MILLMOUNT
Overseeing my childhood, a monolithic mass
Your balistraria retaining, secrets of the past
Walls wearily wounded, hurt by friend and foe
Face aligned with crows-feet every bitter blow
Time spent alone together, filled days of youth
Ignorant to your tale, oblivious of the truth.
Endeavoured to conquer your mighty frame
Magnificent your structure, fruitless and in vain
Crown adorned stately, ruffled steampunk neck
Bigots, armies continuously attempted to wreck
Your headdress obscured, brother against brother
Division within kin, supplant and excel one another
Yet resplendent you remain, proud staring down
Like a sentry, alert, dutiful, overlooking our town
By. Anthony Matthews