The Fortress of Hamour part 8
Atop the coastal citadel
Stood the fortress of Hamour
Once a thriving close community
Though so sadly now no more

This day in their long calendar
Should have been a day to jest
Now a grimy, saddened enclave
Its inhabitants repressed

Farrant took this place by ruthless force
Some, many years past yet
Now the populace lived under fear
Of mortal deadly threat

The slightest misdemeanour
Would throw your life to risk
The punishment for single thought
Was brutal, sharp and brisk

In the tower past the far gate
Farrant sat at his stout Desk
The thoughts that entered to his mind
At best described grotesque

For him power was absolute
Why stop at ditch or dyke
His warriors were fearless
Ever ready to so strike

Never happy with the ground he owned
He strove to conquer more
There was no place that was safe from him
Not land nor sea or shore

He spun the globe beside his desk
To witness all he’d gained
The places marked in black ink
Where his tyranny still reined

Though one land still eluded him
On the map still coloured green
For years he’d tried to conquer it
The sphere to blackly clean

Though the people of Gatorean
Had so far proved a worthy foe
The lands they owned communally
To his warriors a no go

This irked this evil tyrant
Made him scheme and fret and plan
He would never rest in comfort
Till was finished what began



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