It has so many levels
The rooves bend
There are wee windows peering out, under gables
The walls tilt a bit
There’s a smokestack at the top, letting out the gases
Some rooms hang above the water
Steps wind up to above and fall down to below
So many doors! Some of them are open
There’s a cozy balcony for looking out to sea
One little room is near the water’s edge
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My castle has all sorts of shapes and juttings
It’s unique in the world
Castle Bruce! Lovely! Is it haunted and does it have it’s own tiny ghost?
One in awhile, Michel, two little eyes peer out from the open door. *Someone* lives in there.