A castle stands, on a mountain high

Its turrets, reaching for the sky

Towers, decorating its building, where

The strong and valiant, fought despair

Coated in dusted powder, fine

Winter, cloaks a different time

Shrouded, by the clouds, so gray

A mighty warrior, here, did stay

To guard the lands, he knew, profound

Kept hidden, by the arbored ground

But days have passed, its empty now

Quietly standing, remembering how

Its stature, grand, for centuries, still

Shall always remain, atop this hill

 

 

 

 

 

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