He slipped within
The blanket came up to his chin
Breaths came deeper
The bravest sleeper
With an upstart snore
Within his bed knocked on the door
Of Darkness
A little sister
How he missed her
Since she slept and went before
Since she passed beyond the door
Of Darkness
He stirred - and through the window overheard
Lightning flashing thunder crashing
Filled his head - shook his bed
And on the pane raindrops dinned
Thrown bye the raging of the wind
He gasped - another rage of rain
Rushed then shook the window pane
Beyond the brook the blackest cloud
Beaten by the wind
Upon the hill remained
Upon the hill by wind was chained
And Darkness was within
He ran across the wooden bridge
Above the tumult of the brook
He climbed upon the hill beyond
Without a pause the light forsook
He assailed the blackness
Of the castle in the air
Up lashing raindrop ladders
Up black torrential stairs
Seeking ever seeking
To find Darkness in its lair
Admitted to the cloudy keep
Of the Castle in the Air
He set his foot to climb upon
The blackest spiral stair
Heedless of the moaning void, echoing, dripping
Heedless of the pang of fear, stifling, gripping
He climbed until he found himself
Where breath to breathe is rare
Upon the giddy battlement
Of the Castle in the Air
Far below like a memory
Writ in a story book
Slept a little cottage
With a bridge beside the brook
Peering from the battlement
An eye a face a tear
A sob in lonely solitude
A dark and nameless fear
A yearning to return
To the house beside the brook
A yearning to return
To the bed forsook ... to be continued
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