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Lost Kingdom
Wrought iron encloses the past
a place to grand, to magnificent
it could never last
The warn stone walls crumble away
the pain, the suffering
forgotten for another day.
Step lightly weary soul,
watch where thy foot lands.
This Kingdom riddled with traps,
from long decrepit hands.
This was the home of wonder,
knights and beauty alike.
Now it's a faint memory,
a briefly successful rike.
A moss riddled walkway,
a tad to soft, a touch to rough.
Mud pools orange with clay,
swallowing homes, sinking trust.
The days of glory and good,
gone like all things must.
Do not let weary fingers,
travel against wicked walls.
A prick on an uncolthed finger,
to something darker calls.
Keep thine eye deflected,
do not watch the swirling fog
though it calls for you to come,
it shadows a deadly bog.
Walls of stone fade,
like a reflection in the night.
A lost forgotten decade.
Sealed by forgotten trust,
but is this place real?
Or just a memory in the dust....
