The Hallowed Castle pulled up from green pastures, like a stretched arm with clawed fingers. Unsettling the horizon – an embezzled glove – refracting opulence. Jumbling the rhinestones in her pocket, eyes frolicking at it all:

Turret tubes, rare metal, cobalt walls with tungsten accents
Crystal portcullis’, diamond tipped spears of the gate holders
Gargoyle stoneworks from marble, ivy and draped eyes
Golden dripped heads lurking inside and those beholden to them

Cone chambers with balcony braces
adorning limbs sprawling untraceably from within
Bronze flagstaffs & fairy figures seen in the glint of hearth embers
That spill from vestibular cavities open to air so thin

Pothos stems spreading from hanging beds where their leaves overbear them
And so tie themselves to jade laced fencing; foliate exoskeleton threaded between dense bricks & railings
Seems to flex as if breathing

Weaved across the visage
Lantern fittings and candle holds
Contents infinitely effervescing
Gently, emitting a dim glow

Frequent shadows and cold whispers
Wisps of dust
Celestial stars & lunar orbs
faces bevelled into spire tops

Stories told of
throne rooms
Their onyx ceilings reflecting all which perceive them, tapestries
Woven from ancient technique
Used as carpet along dissolving halls
That encrusted chandeliers steep in the shade of borealis

Bridleways adjoining
Auditoriums groped by Midas’ bare skin, or libraries left completely to the storing of knowledge
–
She fell back trying to engorge it all
Where the soil softly caught her fall