He had heard stories and had felt some regret
He walked the courtyard and saw the cells
The suffocating enclosures where women dwelled
He walked the halls and went down to the dungeon
The place where men were made less than men in seclusion
Out in the open he breathed for the first time
Happy to be out of the century old filth and grime
Dysphoric he came out knowing not what to expect
One thing he did know, he would never forget
