I've had the private medieval castle
Which was hardly placed inside of my soul.
Its towers were full of courageous archers,
Its walls were made of the toughest stone.
And I've lived there for years alone
(Sure, except for some bondmen).
Well, one day you came - the witch,
You started and ended in a week the siege.
The archers were intoxicated.
By your soothing, sedative eye,
The walls burst; then you burst out laughing,
And I came to your knees. And I
died.
siege
© Copyright: Василий Сафронов, 2015
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