Something about a woman and a fort. 

She walked into the middle of the forest

Measured a piece of land as her own 

With a spell erected forts of solitude

And closed the iron gates of her fort. 

Swift return to the centre of the plot,

With thoughts  that made a twisted knot,

She sat cross legged and mumbled on. 

The wax figures around her melted on

The colours combined to a dirty brown

And the muddy murkiness curdled on

And into oblivion her mind walked on. 

She sat there

And the world melted on

Leaving her and her forts of solitude. 

The fort tomorrow may come down

Until then the world around her curdles on!

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