FABLE by Tolletrab

 


FABLE

 

The Dook up in the Carsel

  Should now be at his ease,

Among subservient minions,

  Behind protective trees.

 

To build his crumbling dungeons

  The townsfolk swooned and swore –

They fought with sleep to finish them,

  They fainted by the score!

 

Oh – high the hawk should hover,

  And tall the tower should stand, –

So deep its base is founded

  In the corroding sand.

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