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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