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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365902" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Castle of Lost in Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Castle that stood in the farmer's field<br>Was a grey and battered shrine, <br>As kids we'd clamber the battlements<br>And imagine a former time, <br>When Norman soldiers stood at the heights, <br>Looked down on the Saxon serfs, <br>Who paid their tax to the Baron there<br>When the Normans ruled the earth! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I'd be Baron Fitzwulf up there, <br>While Craig would be Robin Hood, <br>Our histories would be twisted there, <br>We'd mix and match what we could.<br>A hundred years was a slip of time<br>To pray for my own soul's sake, <br>When I was Thomas A'Becket, and<br>He was Sir Francis Drake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The walls were battered and falling down<br>Had been since the Cromwell siege, <br>When Charles had fled with his standard, said<br>No longer to be ‘My Liege! '<br>The cannon had ripped through the southern wall<br>Had brought the portcullis down, <br>And the Roundheads, ferried across the moat<br>Had slain every man they found! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ivy clung to the stubborn stone, <br>And climbed right up to the tower, <br>Where knights once practised their courtly love<br>Grew the strangest sort of flower, <br>Its petals red in the morning sun<br>With a heart of gold within, <br>‘They'd pluck it up on their lances there, '<br>Said Craig, ‘for Ann Boleyn! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above our heads was a fireplace<br>Set high in the ancient wall, <br>The beams long gone where a floor belonged, <br>There'd once been a stately hall, <br>Where Dames had danced in their silken gowns<br>And knights had cast in their lots, <br>Had drawn up the Magna Carta there<br>For the shame of John the fox! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Farmer Giles was a bitter man<br>And he'd chase us over the brook, <br>Whenever he showed in the Castle grounds, <br>No matter what time it took, <br>He even managed to fence it off<br>But we'd scale the fence with glee, <br>And play to our hearts content, with him<br>Away where he couldn't see! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One night, we carried our sleeping bags<br>And stole through the darkening night, <br>I was the Duke of Marlborough<br>And Craig was Sir Hugh De'Spight, <br>We made our way through the ruins, found<br>A nook, we could safely sleep, <br>‘We'll wait ‘til the morning light, ' I said, <br>‘Then we'll play the Lord of the Keep! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We woke as the Moon beamed overhead<br>Peeked out through a glowering cloud, <br>I could hear the strains of a harpsichord<br>The murmured sounds of a crowd, <br>A man that looked like a villainous lord<br>Appeared, not saying a word, <br>We scrambled out of our sleeping bags<br>As he drew out a wicked sword! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Craig took off with a yell, and I<br>Flew over the slated floor, <br>We jumped down into a passageway<br>That hadn't been there before, <br>The walls were damp with an evil stain<br>And brands that flickered the way, <br>Along to the castle dungeons, filled<br>With chains, and a smell - Decay! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there in a tiny cell we saw, <br>Most rivetting sight of all, <br>The skull of a grinning skeleton, <br>Chained fast to the dungeon wall, <br>The bones were covered in cobwebs<br>But he'd scrawled in dust on the floor, <br>‘Pray God to smite all mine enemies, <br>The Devil will take them all! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We heard the clanking of chains along<br>The darkened passageway, <br>And like a shroud in a shimmering cloud<br>Was a soldier, dressed in grey, <br>His stare was that of a madman, crazed<br>The fires of hell in his eyes, <br>As he seized the haft of a burning brand<br>He looked like the Farmer, Giles! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ran clean through the spectre, thought<br>That Craig was coming behind, <br>Cleared the end of the tunnel, leapt<br>Back up in a single bound, <br>I didn't stop for a backward glance <br>I ran with a sense of doom, <br>Away from the Castle of Lost in Time<br>To the safety of my room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never saw Craig, my friend again, <br>They scoured the countryside, <br>Ravaged the ancient Castle grounds, <br>Questioned me ‘til I cried! <br>They found him dead in the dungeon<br>Chained, and lying against the wall, <br>A piece of flint in a bloodied hand<br>That had scraped in a childish scrawl: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘May the Devil smite him, through and through, <br>Mine enemy, Sir Giles FitzHugh! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>20 August,2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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Was a grey and battered shrine, 
As kids we'd clamber the battlements
And imagine a former time, 
When Norman soldiers stood at the heights, 
Looked down on the Saxon serfs, 
Who paid their tax to the Ba..."></div>
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