Castle Arts

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“The Castle”

Five towers rise on ranks of mortared stone;
Defiant; tall in beauty and defense,
With spired peaks to pierce an azure dome
And guard within the dreams of innocence.
Denying legend and defying fate;
The halls arch clean of spirits rumor made,
And stairways climb, and hearts anticipate
The wonders and the heights that dreams have made.
Upon the hearths are warming blazes set,
And kettles rich with toothsome viands seethe,
For hospitality we’ll not regret
And in the pure of heart we will believe.
From hope and pure imagination grown;
Five towers rising, born of mortared stone.

[12 October 2012]