Ok.
I admit you remind me
of a night when
I wandered the tower,
alone after hours ,
and drinks in the yeoman
warders club ,
the ceremony of the keys.
I was instructed
to let myself out,
when I was ready,
so I did. But not before
thinking about the crows
and those who hadn't
the same chance.
And I loved every dark moment
and the breathless silent
history of a place that wouldn't
relent for pity or for history.
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