The no-name dilemma!

This, I wrote on the 16 of January 2011. It has no name...and I have to make some adjustments to it.

Take a look and give me points of view, advice and possible corrections =)

Behold, the queen has built a fortress,

for protection during war.

Strengthened the walls with hefty stones,

and closed herself inside.

Outside the walls a tumult broke.

The multitude embraced hatred,

and total chaos reigned out there

The one threw a bomb at the other,

innocents were getting hurt

and the people suffered much

But the queen built up her walls,

to keep her and the chaos apart

Cold, hard, strong tall walls

To keep herself from harm.

But when the war has ended

and evil seized to be,

The queen still refused to come out

for the walls now became synonym

of comfort and security.

“There’s still beauty between these ruins”

said a king once to the queen

“Tumble down your walls and see.

Not everyone out here is evil,

love might find a way back in.”

“Pierce my walls and come in if you may,”

Said the queen in a cold tone

“I have found no reason

To tear down my fortress.

I do not have the need yet

To bulldoze my walls”