Night Tempest over Peñiscola Castle

Thunder bolt gods converged above the port
to shoot the roaring cannons of midnight ire,
their dragon steeds, twisting to spit white fire
of mid-flight lightning, showering the fort.

Only the battlements enjoyed the storm
and sent exhilarating shivers down
its lightning rod and spine to flicker around
the dungeon walls and keep the captives warm.

By Anthony Walstorm

Posted in Poems of the Mediterranean Sea.