March dribbles - 17

Writhing vines surround the castle walls, sharp thorns on guard with readied spears; he’d best not fall while clambering here. Then daylight shines. Rainbows cascade through diamond glass. Bright pennants fly. But door of iron gray, unyielding, waits.

Prince sneaks across a gap broken by age to steal a kiss.

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