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In The Halls Of The Kingmaker
In The Halls Of The Kingmaker
I touch the rough stone walls,
feeling the room whisper with history.
The open fires cast medieval glows,
while wood smoke threads the tapestries.
Floorboards shiver underfoot,
groaning softly in their dotage
as visitors step gently
in the footsteps of kings.
Up and around
the spiral staircase,
just wide enough
to fit a climbing guest
whose hands
bru...
Wednesday 8th April 2015 11:15 pm
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