Where The Clarions Have Never Seized

In the land of castles
A majestic duskfall rises
Changes place
With the warm and cloudless day.

Across harmonic waves in green
The clarions call
As they did in ancien times.

Burned in my heart
Enforcing memories to last.

Forest as far as the eye can reach
Below continous green peaks
Through storm and plague, forevermore
Engraved in the endless path of nature.

Exposition, of stone walls in the wind
Remembrance, to the wild ages of their birth.

Treasures, more precious than gold
Left for the few who reach out further
Left for eye and memory.

The mountainside at far horizons
Protective wall of might, of glory
Stand up strong, hold up tight
For the land of castles.

"Stay by my side forever"
She said, with a last spark in her dying eyes
So I entered the land of castles
To bury my heart.

Memories in the land of nature
As she departed with the wind
I remember....treasureland