Once, upon the rocky shore,
A mighty castle loomed;
Though wondrous to behold,
The keep was ultimately doomed.
Its rough-hewn bricks were of flawed stone,
Foundation built on sand,
And its wall stood where the raging sea
Broke waves onto dry land.
One by one its towers fell,
Its wall and iron gate,
Succumbing to the raging sea,
Cruel waves and senseless hate.
Where once a lustrous castle stood
And kings of note held sway,
One broken tower still remains
As if the stones could say,
“Behold for true what I can do,
The power I command!
I am the Sea, the rage in me
No castle can withstand!
“This tower I leave standing, as
A sign for those who care-
This tower, where a throne once stood,
Look upon and despair!”
This is the first of three poems that all tell part of the same story- the tale of King Harlon the Mad and his castle, Thronehold-by-the-Sea.