...But A Memory - Frantic Bleep

Ruined by the waves

Of cold and distant spirals

In the corners

They were moulded

The two hailstorm

Spears

With moat protection

From time immemorial

Carvings bore testimony to

The three Circletowers

Behind the rock walls

He mourned his children

Deceived by the wrought-iron gates

Four summers from the arrival

The watchmen

Of the forest lands

Went through with their task