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And there was an island torn from the Lord's lands

With a castle that holds the corrupting demands

Built out of foidle, based on sin

To protect from what dwells within

Drifting stronghold on a breeze- yet solid and firm

All was still-desolate in that place and term

Cast aside-left to wander across the sky

Withal populated by those the Lords will ever deny

Even a DRAGON isolates mankinds's hospitality

Thitherward to the shores of Drear Lethe

He keeps off sole visitors at its sad portals

Ye, corrupters of races and lonely mortals

The shadow of the castle fell across my eyes

Thus I could see no more their untirring tries

Gramercy, my Lords!

I am free !