Spires of green!
Towers of stone!
High up above!
On the hill top alone!

Between the lush green
Towers high the castle keep
Sitting proud upon it's earthen throne

Valleys stretch between the hills
They dip and rise like emerald waves
Seen by those at the spires top.

Glimmers of steel from sickle and spear
sparkle between the fields of wheat
As the village goes about its day.

The rattle of carts and hooves
Upon the cobbled roads fills the air
As they bring in the harvest.

Ages pass, The Tress grow old
Having seen many lifetimes flicker by

Time weakens all, no one is spared
As the first stones begin to fall

Kingdoms, Castles and Empires
Crumble beneath the weight ages past

Fields burn, salted earth,
The tides of invaders.
Leaving death in their wake

The castle stands, upon it's mound
protector to its people.
Curtain wall standing tall

Battles are fought, many die
But those still left standing
Go on to rebuild

Tales are told throughout the lands
Chronicles of these battles
So their memories will live on.

As the pages of history slowly decay
Wars and Kingdoms are forgotten

Those who fought, die their second death!

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