By castle, corpse in sunless dark—

let shadows rule us all.

Whereby ever bleak and stark

in shadows we shall fall.

Here amid the sightless—the site

where ancient kings once reigned—

time has withered all in blight,

all countenances feigned.

Silence shall soon us ensnare,

we shall drown without a word;

gloom thickens now the very air,

lets not a sound be heard.

The End

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