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Medieval peeks though; a harder time
A Princess cries for the knight who died

Armored steeds in thatched roof stalls
Waiting to defend the castle walls

Hidden by rushes at their feet
The stench of dogs and rotting meat

Wine and merriment, roasted lamb
Bread with honey and huckleberry jam

The peasant wench; hard she works
The houseman drinks, laughs and smirks

Eccentric jesters juggling colored balls
A man in a dungeon chained to a wall

Nights are filled with cannon fire
A knight calls for his trusty squire

The stone has crumbled on the battlement
An eerie feeling of a dramatic event

Whispers chant in walls of stone
A phantom King on a golden thorn

Mossy knolls in a moat long gone
The surrounding Loch still runs strong.