User:Neonblade

The treasure of Pulyn-y-Aleg

Oh, Pulyn-y-Aleg, whose battlements tower o'er the surging briny. The gulls sad calls echo from thy walls, high and shrill and whiney.

Yon Pulyn-y-Aleg defies the wind and scorns the oceans thunder, perched high upon the craggy rock, with its roots down under.

Ponder these words carefully, they're written for the wise, The castles secret's to be found, by those with open eyes.

Start your search at London Bridge, for in a far-flung land, there's another may be found where twelve Apostles stand.

When the two are joined as one, from half way 'round the world, The great deception will take place, truth's banner n'er unfurled.

                                                                - John Lillison, 1883