Edinburgh Castle

Edinburgh Castle long poem

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Cold spots and disembodied voices
echo in the ancient castle as shadows
come from out of nowhere, soldiers in
armor, ladies in waiting well and but
then they disappear almost as they
appear oh don’t you know living in
a living nightmare…
They say the only thing you have to
fear is fear itself well but I guess
they never spent one night at
had they wouldn’t say that I’m sure
for Heaven’s sake I knew there was
something evil and sinister here the
moment I walked through the iron
Well the hair on the back of my neck
stood straight up feeling the cold, cold
breath of something not of this world
on my skin, well I swear if there’s any
portal to Hell it’s gotta be it’s gotta be
this castle if there is any, it’s gotta be
And the feeling of delirium is enough
to drive you outta of your mind even for
a short time, living at EDINBURGH
CASTLE is like living in a nightmare
I swear it can be your worst nightmare
oh but no they will not let you leave
once you get there, once you walk through
those big, big doors of EDINBURGH

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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