Wales, U.K. 2004
Unguarded by the living now,
The castle stood.
Drawbridge dangling.
Tongued mouth reaching outward.
Crenulations gnawing,
The stark gray sky.
Rime-covered battlements
Coated with gangrenous moss moan.
With a banshee’s howl through apertures
Where archers once stood.
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