Ode to the castles by the sea

High stone walls

Tall windows and stairs

Long halls and chambers

The stables down the way and

The vast land of rolling hills of green

Waving in the wind

Above the birds do call and swoop on the breeze

Yet the dream breaks from the demand of the masters as duty compels you to leave

Into the dreary world another day..

*sigh*

Warm fires and snuggles and fur coats and rugs

Await someone else elsewhere

As cold winds whistle through the cracks of the fortress