At one wintry dark gloomy night,
by Shahida Latif
A piercing cry rose to the height;
Form behind the stony rough wall,
Very thick, very old and very tall.
Then utter silence, hush prevailed,
The night sighed, the night wailed.
The delights hailed, the pleasures fell,
Upon each dungeon of the hell,
When the dawn cracked, the day broke,
Ill-fated cottagers began to eat well.