THE GREAT EXPECTATION

Winter grew close, as I walked freely into the valley that time had forgot,
the gates lay open and the keepers had long since left their watchtowers.

Life stood still for its inhabitants for many decades
since their mines had collapsed, from endless greed,
and so to had their hope of escape.

The children ran wild through the streets
like the fox running in the wild wood,
and at night they preyed on the old to find an escape from their torment.

© Ben Reche

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