Out chasing kites and dragonets, loosing the
track, jerking out of scrubs. Getting clasped by
the creepers of a tumbledown stone wall. Shattered
gargoyles on the ground. Their eyes staring up on
their pebble-drooling congeners and on moss grown
sculptures. Beheaded dismembered marble figures.
Corroded disembowelled marble humans. Marble limbs
sprawling. Marble heads nuzzling. Marble genitals
gaping and heaving in the grass. Marble fig leaves
eroding on the compost heap. Friezes on the walls
where grotesque granite creatures revel. Stone
reptiles strangling stone gryphons. Stone maggots
consuming the struggling monsters. Stealing
through, you'd expect to find the skeletons of the
Sleeping Beauty's wooers in the hedges and perhaps
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without walls. Columns without ceilings to
support. The capitals shedding dead Acanthus
leaves which descend in slow motion to become
parts of the rustling on the floor. Doors leading
nowhere. Stairs spiralling into open air. Formerly
secret passages now exposed, leading deeper into
the woods. In one of the rooms a pile of tiny
bones and a pointed hat atop of a tiny skull
staring into the corner. Strange... it seems as
this palace decayed so quickly as if someone
wanted to get rid of it. As if the entire host of
Seraphim gathered in zenith and wept it away with
toxic tears.