Chapter 2

The waters held were old
The dusty cup was kept
Locked in it’s rooms’ shadows
In a home far from settled land
The one cornered by trees
And fog so heavy
As to hide its creatures

Any man considering it’s taste
Must’ve been mad
To entertain so devious a thought
There was much work on the land
Affairs to be had and lire to be made
Than having heads wander into the darkness
Far far away
From the gates of the town

But those admirers of beauty
Would, on occasion, think mad
In being drawn to the vast fortress
It was said to have been empty
But a building so marvelous by sight
And as spectacular as it was grandiose
Warranted enough foreign interest
For it appeared far more startling by night
And more beautiful by day
Than any of the buildings in the town