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Spires of green!

Towers of stone!

High up above!

On the hill top alone!

Between the lush green

Towers high the castle keep

Sitting proud upon it's earthen throne

Valleys stretch between the hills

They dip and rise like emerald waves

Seen by those at the spires top.

Glimmers of steel from sickle and spear

sparkle between the fields of wheat

As the village goes about its day.

The rattle of carts and hooves

Upon the cobbled roads fills the air

As they bring in the harvest.

Ages pass, The Tress grow old

Having seen many lifetimes flicker by

Time weakens all, no one is spared

As the first stones begin to fall

Kingdoms, Castles and Empires

Crumble beneath the weight ages past

Fields burn, salted earth,

The tides of invaders.

Leaving death in their wake

The castle stands, upon it's mound

protector to its people.

Curtain wall standing tall

Battles are fought, many die

But those still left standing

Go on to rebuild

Tales are told throughout the lands

Chronicles of these battles

So their memories will live on.

As the pages of history slowly decay

Wars and Kingdoms are forgotten

Those who fought, die their second death!