On the moor all alone
stands a castle Delved in Stone
where on a lonely diamond throne
sits a king whose life has flown
and to my terrored eyes was shown
his fleshless finger of bleached bone
raised to conduct an unearthly drone
that caused the palace to quake and groan
and shattered the sky with its tone
then leapt from that sapphire dome
and sped again to its fortress home
this from this that now I roam
and fly escape o'r seas of foam.
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