In a silver castle
far beyond the sea
grows a golden apple
on a silver tree.
On the Isle of Apples
through the pearly mist
stands a spiral tor-mound
on which the castle sits.
Waters flow upon the isle,
pools of life-in-death.
A sacred river circles it
the ancient stream of Lethe.
The castle spins between the worlds
to touch the vault of heaven.
Stars dance around its towers four
two Bears, one Crown, the Sisters Seven.
Upon the highest tower
with linen at her feet
spins the castle's Lady
in her uneasy seat.
Down below the castle
iron touches fire,
where Cain pounds at the anvil
all that we desire.
The Mighty Dead reside within --
Ancient, wise, and brave --
for those who walk the Crooked Path --
seek Rose Beyond the Grave.
Seek the turning castle
by right of Scarlet Thread.
It won't be found with mortal eyes
but ones hallowed by the dead.
~Natalie Black, Imbolc 2012
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