Ye Old Castle

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Ye old castle

With the chambers

below

Alas, such a hastle

to guard;

to with-hold.



From there came ye dragon,

So burley,

even bright,

Who smoked to smitherines that wagon

Whose fire lit up

Night.



Ye old castle sat,

The grass

At it's greenest

Inhabited by rats,

Definetly not

the Neatest.



If attack ever came,

No One

Would know,

For the dragon shant be lame-

He would certainly

Go.



Although ye old castle couldn't be hurt,

Men,

Of all kinds,

Still stayed alert,

Always looking;

Something in mind.



And as for ye dragon,

The myth still

Remains,

What became of that beast

Never

To be named.





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