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Stairs that wrap, disappear, out of sight

Ghostly figures that haunt the night

Dare not disturb this hallowed place

Nor ascend the steps, once filled with grace

Beware the guard who stands his ground

Tip toe now, don’t make a sound

Dare you disturb the spirits sleep

In this castle, is where you’ll keep

Locked away, in the darkest depth

Tis where you’ll take your final breath





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