The Ruins of Carviliet

In days gone by, in times of old,

lost in legend often told,

there stood a famed castle close to here

near the River Murkintir,

timeless in the forest set:

King Marandur's Carviliet.

Once it rose high above the trees,

banners floating in the breeze.

Symbol of united power,

it spoke the sky and named the hour.

A thousand years ago it fell

at the sounding of the seventh bell

to the ground and off of the map--

its tale told only in oaken sap.

The End

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