I wish the wind would turn away at dusk
But it still spits and grazes at the walls
And as the creaks and gruntles rock the husk
A loosened brick slips free and starts to fall

The gate is solid, stoic in the night
It will need to hold back more than just the dawn
The soldiers sleep, the watchers watch for light
The grasses' ripples skip across the lawn

Not a fortress has survived the gale
Of Alexander's eye, his army's teeth
The hawk who circles sees the horses pale
The bull cannot be caught once he's released

But soft, I hear the sound, and greet the fear
My knuckles whiten on the frozen spear