towering above the
green, velvet garden
stone upon stone,
befitting a castle,
taller than the
magnolia trees that arch and weep
statuary graces the
flowering shrubs of pink
peace resides in
this place of respite
as if it came gently
out of Avalon
to bless us with its
grandeur, its grace,
residing where the
clouds rest on mountains
so quiet, the idyll
of a modern prince
left to collect ivy
and turtle doves
perhaps it will find
a new endeavor
as modern minds find
new uses for old things
though its fine
portraits and grand staircases
lend to the creation
of a royal home
who in this world
could respect its calling?
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