With a magic wand
the moon changes the face of the wall.
The castle stands strong again,
stronger with memory of the ancient scroll.
Like a pack of tarot cards the history reveals all:
the days of glory the time of sorrow.
The weeping willow,
the overgrown branches,
hold forth in their hands
an invitation to the maiden walking in the shadow
to come and inaugurate the tale of the morrow.
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