Castles steeped in history, where kings and queens once ruled
Courts where feasts were often held, as jesters played the fool
Years of royal leadership and views across their kingdom
Toils and wars surrounding them, fighting for their freedom
Some still haunted by the past, their turrets tell a story
Just to stand upon them now, reminds us of that glory
Whilst others are still pristine hosts for how their families fared
In wars and years of desperate times, and all the horror shared
These empty treasures casting folk back to their ancient past
Reminders of how hard it was to make their journeys last
But helping us encompass, what life must have been worth
In days when rich and poor were separated by their birth.
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