Castle

Spiraling towers and long stone walls.
Guards keeping look out, with soft lantures aglow.
Tucked away in their beds, everyone sleeps.
The King And Queen, bed warmed by coals, slumber peacefully, all too known.
Mice skitter and scatter through the pantry at night.
Unbeknowest to the cook, which this would surely fright.

Dark clouds roll over the valley in the night.
Blocking out the stars and every drop of moonlight.
Thunder is thought to be heard in the distance.
A long low rumble traveling through the moutains.

Guards turn their heads as the sound gets louder.
This is no thunder but a seige of the tower.
Men and horses abound,
Arrows flying without a sound.

The Guards go down one by one.
As the Gate is lurched open, the enemies act as if they've won.
Knights have prepared themselves, waked from a wonderous sleep
Slightly they move now towards the keep.

At all costs the King must be saved.
The Queen is in hysteria about the children becoming slaves.
Knights bustle them out through the back of the Castle.
It seemed the enemy troops were prepared for the hassel.

The End is near,
Everyone fears.
The Castle is theirs for the taking,
Unbeknownest to all a miracle was in the making.