Marbled walls conceal vacant space within.
More surely then all fleeting power falls,
this posturing exposed both weak and thin,
pointless repenting all your former sins.
Stubborn ramparts that once held hordes at bay
under wild winds’ blows crumbled and decayed.
Where once the solemn writ of kings was run,
where once vain princes scorned the weak and played,
now fly blown curs, content, doze in the sun.
Back in harness, refreshed and ready to go. Puglia in southern Italy was amaazing as you are about to find out.