These walls of stone speak with the brisk words of late summer

Enjoy life, make merry and remember remember to forget me not

A mere moment stitched of the strife of the billowing clouds

And the rustling of the soft grass

Go forth and drink, dance and shout through all the land !

Tell tales of these faraway walls and leave trails of envy in your wake

Your steps are a tapestry in the stairwell of humanity

A leaf in the woodland of dreams and ambitions

Of hipsters, mob folk, seekers, witches, queens and sons alike

Your woes are but the fleeting flutter of a butterfly’s wings

That life and all in it is a symphonic overture waiting for you to write it

And that all that’s well shall surely end well

These walls of stone speak with the clarity of the peeved poet

And the solidity of the blacksmith

They speak to the clerks and clergymen of the landed gentry

And the coal shaft cleaners and sewer men

To all sets of people, there is an end to your miseries and aches

Enjoy life, make merry and remember remember to forget me not