The fortress once stood here, and trees and brambles have long invaded the deep ancient ditches. Battles were fought in this land, in times when enemies had to face each other, times of violence and courage, times of faith. The ruined mighty walls once protected the inhabitants, but no-one can today hear their voices…
Unless, perhaps, one was to stay here, at dusk, when the crows come home, when the foxes prowl around the crumbling stones…
Inspired by Sue Vincent’s weekly prompt at https://scvincent.com
Of Glass & Paper 
Very close to the truth…
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Wild places have a story when the place looked nothing like it does today.
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Atmospheric. All of these stories and the photo itself make me think of the Walter de la Mare poem, The Listeners.
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Lovely interpretation – just the sort of thing I do when I see crumbling walls and structures.
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Wonderful imagery and details. This feels both magical and epic. Lovely take on the prompt.
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