A simple jar caked in dust,
Its seal unbroken for many a year,
Left to the unabating chill of its tower cell.
Where did it come from,
Who left it to its lonely existence?
This solitary place of the hardest granite,
Cold and dark, leaves me bathed in anguish.
Was it abandoned for fear of some great chimerical creature,
Some nightmare from ancient mythology?
Perhaps a split tongued, beaked devil thrusting leathery wings?
What mystical secrets might this vessel reserve?
If only it could speak; what mysteries, dark and erratic might it tell?
Tales of knights, sprained, bent and broken in the heat of battle,
Witches, warlocks, sorcerers, bent on destroying its enigma,
Creatures from the pits of hell sent to capture it for Satan’s purposes,
Fair maidens sacrificed in its ultimate defense.
All this buried so long ago in its fortress tomb,
Protected by a simple jar caked in dust.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Prompt Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #7