NaPoWriMo day 5

Whitby Abbey

High atop the East Cliff stands

A monument to time gone by

Though inhabitants are long deceased

The echoes of them linger still


War and weather you endure

And pilferers your foundations shook

But still you stand and continue to

Above the old seafaring town


The fate of your is sealed

Though still strong you seem to be

You will crumble into dust

Or be taken by the hungry ocean


But till then you stand

A top the high East Cliff

Guarding the secrets of the town

Till your time comes to fade away


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