The Castle On the Hill
To the far horizons, beyond the highest peaks.
Stands the castle on a hill
Hinterland before me ,raging rivers we must cross
heathen hordes stand before us , but we will not be stopped.
On our heroic journey to the castle on the hill.
In a hidden valley behind the haunted wood
stands the castle on the hill .
Birth place of our ancestors ,the place that we call home.
high walls to keep the heathen's out hearths to keep us warm
all the homely comforts, with amble food and wine
Sat upon a high throne in the huge banqueting hall
sits the high priestess, Nayda
who owns the castle on a hill
comp entry 20042016
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2016
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