‘let Us Be Masters Of The Old Town, ' Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

‘Let us be masters of the old Town, '
Thus said he
And he turned towards the bastions.

Agile as lizards climbed the Goblins.

Then a few came to Hastings Gardens.

‘Here! ' they shouted and all settled

‘Not just one night, ' said they
As Dawn began its fringes of first lights.

Then they transformed in trees and boughs and flowers.

And on rare night they transform back again

Unseen by humans, joined by inhabitants of Hasting Gardens.

And they saw Beauty and saw quirt in their days.