II

A triangular shape of sloping stone,
Built for a man once feared, alone.
A ruler’s pride, then left to fade,
Now reborn in a brighter shade.

Its walls have heard both cheers and cries,
The past replaced as new hopes rise.
Once a cage, now art takes flight,
A beacon for the city’s light.

Seek near steps where children play,
A hidden note will guide your way.
History shifts, but clues remain,
find the note to move again.