Castle of pines and yet of wood
Tread
The wooden floors
Parquet of the hidden eyes
That
So often the treading of still
And stately feet
Hears and witnesses in awe
The masked company
Of stern nobility
That step on step
Graces
The awed parquet and
Creaking
Crackling
Floor:
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