Out of some bizarre fantasy.
Lovely mansion do I see,
But there lies a simple decree.
Do not enter; you’re unwelcome.
Like a summer without a sun,
The moon hangs low in this house.
A place of one without a spouse.
Open the gate and receive the joy.
Don’t be selfish with your toys.
Will grace ever come to the silly mind.
The primitive battle makes us hard but kind.
Still I wait for one to appear,
But all I feel is the sting of your spears.
Take me home, arms of comfort.
I wish to stay in your court,
But the face of grace turns away.
I see you only fade to gray.
I tell the tale of a lonely castle.
As the protruding walls takes its toll.
Let me in, I scream in pain,
No happiness left to sustain.
Your castle lost, never to be found.
All that remains is a tiny guest house.
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