Trauma

We stormed the Castle walls after the eternal siege,

& saw rotting corpses in ugly sleep, without dignity but with a peace denied to those few we found alive.

Their eyes were almost closed & damp with pitiful terror.

Their mouths made sounds we could hear but could not understand.

We looked around us for reason, the evidence of a final stand, but we found nothing.

Then the walls began growing, we were surrounded, helpless, scared, abandoned.

& at last we understood.