Bamburgh Castle.

© Copyright Rachel Melissa Robson

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'Igh up ern a lurnley hill top
sits a castle prood 'nd taal.
Wetching fer attackers
frem within its shadawed halls.
Leek silent ships upern tha sea,
it's nut wuts oot but in tha worries me.
A babe lays somewhere screaming
tho tha bairn is niver fund.
Footsteps echa doon empty hallways,
wi music playing ahint locked doors.
'Nd evry sevin years a flash a pink
wandas weeping tewards tha sea.
Ootside a storm is blaaing,
waves 'nd thunda crashing rund.
Tha neet is caad
but tha fyres are glaaing.
Tha family huddles rund tha hearth,
a beuk in 'and 'nd ears shut 'gainst tha racket.

- Rachel Melissa Robson

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