| Out chasing kites and dragonets, loosing the track, jerking out of scrubs.
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| Getting clasped by the creepers of a tumbledown stone wall
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| Shattered gargoyles on the ground. |
| Their eyes staring up on their
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| pebble-drooling congeners and on moss grown sculptures
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| Beheaded dismembered marble figures. |
| Corroded disembowelled marble humans
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| Marble limbs sprawling. |
| Marble heads nuzzling. |
| Marble genitals gaping and
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| heaving in the grass. |
| Marble fig leaves eroding on the compost heap
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| Friezes on the walls where grotesque granite creatures revel. |
| Stone reptiles
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| strangling stone gryphons. |
| Stone maggots consuming the struggling monsters
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| Stealing through, you’d expect to find the skeletons of the Sleeping Beauty’s
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| wooers in the hedges and perhaps her spindle and the witch inside
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| Inside Rooms without walls. |
| Columns without ceilings to support.
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| The capitals shedding dead Acanthus leaves which descend in slow
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| Motion to become parts of the rustling on the floor
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| Doors leading nowhere. |
| Stairs spiralling into open air. |
| Formerly secret
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| passages now exposed, leading deeper into the woods
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| In one of the rooms a pile of tiny bones and a pointed hat atop of a tiny skull
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| staring into the corner
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| Strange… it seems as this palace decayed so quickly as if someone wanted to
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| get rid of it
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| As if the entire host of Seraphim gathered in zenith and wept it away with
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| toxic tears |