On a high cliff jutting outward
To reach ocean breeze
A pale medieval castle
Proclaims its ownership of land/
The mounts that surround
Make it quaint and profound
It once was a look-out,
With brave men stood with glass
Now old boats sailing slowly below on sea
Give the castle an eerie vibrancy -
A haunting echo of silence
That streams to the ends of eternity.
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