The carousel

Darkened wood;
Spirals down to destiny
Merged with tiles of unbound stone.
Gentle moan cast wearily.

Regal curve;
Steps caressed by zealous touch
Lead to place of secret love,
From above the fingers clutch.

Carvings deep;
Graceful turn as winding down,
Descending shadows to light.
For its might reveals the crown.

Stairway proud;
Carvings deep of craftsman good,
As that unknown sudden swerve:
Regal curve in darkened wood.

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