High above the pristine clouds,
Where land meets the sea,
The pearl of fortune sits in gold,
Great and grandiosely.

Four towers that stand,
Hold treasures of its own,
Wonder in its walls,
And secrets on its stones.

Even in the sanctuary,
Of musty ink and pages,
Contains an old secret lair,
Of our once royal witches.

It's only just a matter of,
The soul's own bravery,
To fathom what lies behind,
The dark walls of curiosity.

Though be wary of your path,
And the things you wish to know,
For just one flesh of pure mistake,
Will hunt you before you go.

© MidnightArt24

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