There is the wall,
drawing boundaries to the east.
I do hear its call,
inviting me to be the crows feast.
There I have falled,
to numerous dark menacing beasts.
My courage now small,
and my shrouded fear is released.
I no longer stand tall,
my light and hope are now deceased.
How I dread... I dread the East wall.
my own poor attempt at poetry.
