beneath a salt
sea-whipped precipice
the castle stands
guard
over centuries of
pirates’ assaults
invading the king’s
lands
proud as the
crashing waves
steady as the
rolling centuries
the turret, home of
the sentry,
towers over the
ground
the walls still firm
and stout
hinting at the
strength of the army
now just a ghostly
presence
seen through the fog
as steamships move
to and from port
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