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Along the WaysideAlong the wayside as I went, - sails torn with my endeavor
to circumvent what loomed ahead, - I beheld a sight un-bethought
that froze me standing where I stopped; - filling my heart with utter dread
as the castle's broken mortar shed... -
This point of reference thus enough - to make a person fear as said.
The scene stretched forth as a mist of rain - came lightly falling from a sky of grey
to alight a ground unevenly terraced; - as even pieces fell away.
Etchings bearing weathered shores - where flowing dunes in granite baked;
as densely forested valley floors - forever thriving in their place
festooned turrets towering high - above the ocean breakers nigh...
Booming under laden bluffs - far below a leaden sky...
...and while remaining oblivious - to the underscoring of his mind,
all that is, or once had been, - fell prey to the battering waves of time.
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