Ramparts

Well hell, my demons have been with me for so long I could no longer tell if they were friend or foe, and part of me is sure I'll walk on down the road and still never truly know

Constant companions through it all, when laid low, or in times when I stood tall, unwanted, ubidden, and 'mind  me of memories I'd rather keep hidden 

Left shoulder, right shoulder, there they perched as if on castle walls like the gargoyles of old, and they whispered to me in sinister rote as if my future was foretold 

They sat on gray stone ramparts built high and wide, and served to keep at bay the truth of my existence, so I resolved to to break through to the other side

To evade the falseness that had so long been made to feel real, to find what heart and soul sought, that had time and time once more fallen in silent appeal
                 ~Ramparts~
 A Rogues poem, by Joseph Friend