THE RISING WIND

				The rising wind
				Tests castle flaws
				With bitter breath
				And scaly claws

				Its talons pry
				And scrape at stone
				Until the haunted
				Hallways groan

				The towers shake
				The spectres stir
				The tapestries
				Sprout sweaty fur

				There is no sleep
				Or even hope
				Once dragon winds
				have leapt the moat!

					—William P. Robertson

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