Today’s photo prompt
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
We stood, silent, our eyes fixed on the painted desert: then you talked to me in the tongue of your ancestors, it was suddenly as if we were transported in time.
Children played on the circular ball ground, parents laughed, you spoke with them.
I saw the house, as it was then, in its splendour, full of happy people.
A joyful little troop came back from the fields, carrying basketfuls of corn cobs and fruits – I remember then what you’d said about those expert astronomers, canal builders and farmers…
I looked up at the cloudless sky, then, you said in English, your hand on my shoulder: “You see, that’s how it was, in the 14th century of your era, and we remember.”
She stood, very still, in the shadow of the ruined tower.
The massive door was now wide open, no light came out from the depth of evil inside.
There, through corridors guarded by hideous titans, she knew the God King would be waiting, a corrupting and seductive smile on his lips.
There too, in the deepest, coldest dungeon, in chains, lied her brother, her lover, the knight she would soon free.
She had rehearsed every move, every corner of the sinister building, she could walk in blinded: but she would enter his domain, eyes wide open, the deadly sword firmly in her hands, a merciless warrior with an angel face.