castles built on illusion,
stones conjured out of thin air,
courtyards brimming with greenery and paradise charm,
brought to life by rivalry and chivalry.
relative reality spun, formed and reformed,
hollow clouds the mold for the whole,
adventure the ballast, together it holds
and royal romance sets a tale of necromancy.
and then the evil ruler from the west
sets the floating castles nigh,
empty stones tumble to endless depths
and always takes the queen for himself.
Photo from www.public-domain-photos.com. Author: Jon Sullivan
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