The burning sun

Tinged with guilt

Over the horizon on which

The castle was built

The wistful castle filled

With only shame

The only word spoken

Is the name

Of the haunting ghost

Bringing to them a shriek

That could curdle milk

And make grown men meek

Everyone lives

And dies alone

The blood of many

Dyeing the ground roan

All the way

To the river banks

Bringing nothing

But worry and angst

The hate of this place

Will do nothing but taint

The minds of all

The sinner and saint

As the sun sinks over the horizon

And the moon comes out

Shining over the ponds

Where no one can shout

No one can cry

No one can scream

As they die

In this castle of dreams