I’ll bar no doors against you, dear
Though high stone walls surround me here
My moats are filled with bitter rain
Watched over by a barbican
To test your will to persevere

And when you creep with bandolier
And bayonet across the plain
Expecting steel and lock and chain
I’ll bar no doors against you.

When in the closing of the year
You come again to commandeer
My citadels, my heart’s domain,
These keeps I’ll yield to your campaign
You’ll need no sap nor bombadier
I’ll bar no doors against you.

Little rondeau here for the poetry slam at yeah write.

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