In ages ago, in dusty times of the past,
when the fortress was glistening and new.
When stones and walls were freshly spell-cast
and powerful magic gathered in the dew.

The castle shown like a white light.
She was proud of all she could survey.
A visit from elves or fairies of the night
became a party that lasted all night and day.

Times changed and like Sleeping Beauty of old,
She fell into the forgetfulness of a deep dark age.
Changes can be good or disastrous we are told,
as history shows us repeatedly on each page.

As good times existed in the distant past,
so too, a golden age could come again.
The time for our castle to awake is here at last.
She must usher the glory she once had back in.

There are strange images and visions in the sky. Blasts of sound and illusions of light.
War councils gather and secretly confer on high,
while their messengers come and go in top flight.

A new battle's begun, our realm is under attack.
There are worried looks and word of coming foes.
Her servants hurry, as soldiers prepare their tack.
Elf, Fairy, Witch and Wizard gather in allied rows.

Looks are exchanged and determination is set. Circes of protection and magical need are done. Tonight will be a night that none will forget.
Her enemy appears in the light of the fading sun.