There is a Stone Wall

Stone Wall

 

There is a Stone Wall.

 

That is alone, broken, and crumbling.

Moss grows on its parapets, It has little purpose now

But once, this wall stood strong and true, certain of itself

It held and stayed all things¾good things and evil things

The wind and the rain beat against it, the storms raged in futility

The wall was a proud thing

This wall, like glue kept everything together: lives, homes, families

For a thousand years

How it did it, no one knows

Maybe it was the souls of his makers or the blood of those he repelled that made him strong, no one knows

But in the end, the world wins¾It always wins

And the wall began to wear and to crumble and to fall

It must have taken the world a long time to do this

The time when the wall stopped being a wall and became a ruin came in a day or millennia

This too no one knows

 

There is a Stone Wall, it is alone, it is broken, it is crumbling.