he stood in the abandoned castle in the dark
looking out the windows as he heard the lark
sat there in the ancient castle on hill of high
dog lay at his feet as he gave most heavy sigh,
he slowly leaned back his eyes closed in sleep
of another time another place- into dreams deep
walls of ruin held secrets from days long gone
dreaming of blackbirds- heard a girl in her song,
she sang- as the notes carried a desolate tune
she became a nightbird and flew to the moon
the chair leaned back and crashed to the floor
eyes opened in alarm- this same castle no more,
yet wait- though the walls were the same style
fire in the hearth had been burning for a while
oh- what magic was this swirling around his head
he yelled and stomped a foot to see was he dead.
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