Telling Tales (true or tall)

Wind breathes softly through deserted halls; Sighs and whispers echo on vacant walls. I wonder who it was abandoned this place, Forgotten long-ago-home of a now dead race? Half open doors hang on hinges, wrecked and rusty, Dank dungeons below smell mouldy and musty. What horrors occurred in these rooms so ghastly? The mournful wind reminds us of those gone lastly. Once did these rooms ring with the voices and laughter Of elves, dwarves and fairies and all who came after. They told of trolls and goblins fought in battles, glorious Of great Kingdoms lost and won in wars, victorious. Skies above these towers built by those mere mortals Teemed with dragons and griffins as sculpted on portals. The moat below was filled with dolphins and mermaids Swimming through mysterious grottos and cascades. Sorcerers and witches brewing cauldrons of trickery, Tempted those noble folk from the path of honesty; ...