I dreamt the castle walls began to crack and slow at first, they tumbled with despair. The towers met the ground in the attack, the lovely turrets fell through clouded air. Princes on their valiant noble steeds rode out with mortar crashing in their wake with guilty thoughts of each unpleasant deed and hurried prayers for maidens to awake I dreamt the valley there began to burn daffodils went spinning in the breeze the peasants woke in desperate concern each praying man went crashing to his knees The king that night stayed dreaming in his bed while castle walls fell down around his head