Justin Gildow (3-26-81 / Washington, PA)

The castle is near
All we have to do to get there is a jaunt through the courtyard

Keep your weapons at the ready
As we journey through the courtyard
Candles and torches burn brightly
And somewhat eerily
The ground is soft and somewhat moist, along with being hard
As we walk along
And also race like the wind

Harpies, hunchbacks, and disembodied floating arms try to stop us in our tracks
But with destiny in our blood
And ice water in our veins
We accept the challenge to attack

We commit those adversaries to a deep slumber
With that done and far behind
We walk up the castle steps
Passing by the honorable sage statues
And walk right through the castle's front door