Feeling lost?Click for the answersWhere laughter rises and glasses meet,The court gathers close in cheer.Among the heart of the castle’s revelry,An ancient vessel waits nearby.Where treasures gather, stitched and bound,And stories wait to be adorned,A symbol of rule rests in view,Among the wares of the castle’s court.Where treasures sleep behind locked doors,And secrets rest in shadowed stone,A key remains both large and old,Guarding what was left behind.Where footsteps echo up and down,And pathways split to halls above,A crimson spark of magic waitsAlong the castle’s grand ascent.Beneath a canopy of gleaming light,Where crystal reflections softly dance,A fragile bloom is held in time,Still bound within its glass.
