Tremble down Castle Trembledown castle Winked at me by a glint of sunlight from the arrow slit of an intact tower. Stood at the top of Fern hill. Paid no regard to the teeming Mosquitos and fuming regards of the town stretched all around below nor the high summer ice cream swathing my hands. Trembledown Castle pulled me upwards past the rust heavy gate and I mounted the tip of the trembledown ,brambletorn nettlestung. Heatglowing, I swept under dandelions growing higher than my head. Uneven skyline, the castle said, 'Enter here in your gaudy dress but barefoot .' Or could I simply not imagine bringing trainers inside the tremendous crenelated space, sacred reservation of countless stories hung as cobwebs through the shadows? In the breadth of s quatrsind footptint I stood in the grandular abandonment of the hall. I unleashed my breath and felt the stones react to moisture and light. The castle rebegan to breathe, the earth below to brazenly heave. The castle to tremble down across the hills.