The Tower of London,
Over 900 hundred years old,
William the Conqueror's beloved fortress,
Everlasting, magnificent, powerful & bold.
Royal crown jewels bedazzle in its walls.
On Tower Green, the axe fell many times on a treacherous head,
For ghosts have travelled frequently on the Tower's grounds,
Legend, says now the Bloody Tower's princes disappeared instead.
Onwards, the Yeoman warders go,
Now tales of the Tower entertain the crowds through their lips,
Dear sweet Ravens encircle the Tower,
On their wings lie the prison of big clips.
Never ending is the mystique of the Tower, so eternal is its power.
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Author:
FineBul (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 11th, 2018 15:48
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem about The Tower of London, my favourite historical building. This poem should be read alongside another poem posted online previously Raven at the Tower. If the ravens present in the Tower were to fly away from the Tower according to legend the Tower would crumble.Therefore the ravens wings are clipped so that they won't fly away.
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Comments1
A bit of nostalgia for me reading this - fine work FineB.
Hi Michael,
Thank you!
Glad you enjoyed reading this.
Keep writing in 2018!
FineB
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