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Cold mist swirls like eerie death

Over rocks, the trees and rivers

Bleak, most dead medieval fortress

Hiding the lost secrets of palisades,

Of Trebuchet and Crossbow

Of Piercing Sword, and Long Bow

Of Bleak Medieval Warfare

Head Splitting Axe

And a mace of iron and stone

(Into the cold dead pages of history)

Bleak, Dead Medieval Fortress

No one has been here for a long time...

You see ghosts, but no one is there

Only cold air guards the ramparts

Forever lost in time