Long ago in the South West of England a folklore tale begins.
I’m standing in the castle ruins in Tintagel as my imagination brings,
A flood of ancient mysteries as I look out across the sea.
I wonder how much truth I know as the sea spray lands on me.
I’ve heard so many wondrous stories about this mystically inspiring land.
Many of them must be true as I connect with nature’s hand.
The wind whistles its tune of wisdom as it brushes through my hair.
I have the same feelings of the people that used to live here.
Nothing has changed for centuries as I sit down amongst the stones.
I have a very special feeling that chills me to my bones.
I look across the other side as I see the waters still.
The blue sky reflects down on the water from this magic land of Tintagel.
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