In Nordlingen's square, they now gather,
Whispers of northern towns recent
aflame,
Rothenburg, Dinkelsbuhl, utter
ruins,
Trio strange, a foreboding
claim.
Hands entwined, words shrouded
deep,
Secrets uttered, none could
fathom,
Townsfolk's restless, restless
sleep.
Shadows cast on ancient ground,
A tree stands, its roots
concealing,
Histories yet to be unbound.
A black cat with a nub-tailed
grace,
Lurks, an omen, an enigma,
Watchful eye on that timeless
space.
Suevite veins run through its
core,
Druid whispers in the cobble,
(Secrets whispered, evermore?!)
As townsfolk ponder, hearts
dismayed,
Is it Suevite's fiery
vengeance,
Or arson's art in shadows
swayed?
A dance of fire, a chilling
sight,
The trio's cryptic
incantations,
A tale that haunts the endless
night.
Stands tall amidst the raging
pyre,
Symbol of an age-old presence,
Its secrets burned in smoke and
fire.
The nub-tailed cat, a silent
wraith,
A guardian of the enigma,
That Nordlingen hides beneath
its breath.
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Friday, September 8, 2023
Nordlingen 2 - M.Weisgerber
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