Welcome to the latest round of Iron Poet, the game where you give me three words and I give you a poem. This is an adaptation of a standard writer's workshop activity, and I do not claim the original concept. I just claim to enjoy doing it
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And all the stars are bright and cold.
My heart was never hard as stone...
The castle stands. Aloof, alone
We walked through meadows rich with bone,
And hoped one day our tale'd be told.
The castle stands, aloof, alone,
And all the stars are bright and cold.
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