The Knight’s Dungeon

Lightning bounced between the gloomy clouds, illuminating the gray countryside below.  The periodic flashes also revealed a dark, moss-covered castle perched on a rocky mountain.

Inside its thick, impenetrable walls was a cold stone interior with hundreds of rooms and hallways.  In the middle of the structure, easily defended against any outside enemies, was a spiral staircase.  Down several levels, burrowed deep within the mountainside itself, was a dungeon.  And in that dungeon was a single knight.  He was held to the dark, moist stone wall by mysterious shackles. And only one person held the key.

The castle was his anger.  The shackles were him choosing to hold on to that anger. If the knight had decided to let it go, he’d have been released instantly.  But his heart remained dark and he continued to hold tightly to his grudge — and it held on to him tightly. He would remain prisoner in his dark dungeon until he realized he held the key to his freedom.

The knight could have defeated any force attacking from outside. But in the end, he was living proof that sometimes your worst enemies are within.

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One Response to The Knight’s Dungeon

  1. parrotmom says:

    So very true.

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