Hanging over the water.
I’m strolling all alone,
Amid ruins's disorder.
In the twilight of old oaks,
In the cryptic dark of night
Ruins look like signs of glory,
Keeping centuries inside.
Everything around is silent,
Everywhere’ s a mystic trace,
Speechless spirits of the castle
Keep a quite dream of place.
Shining's blinding my eyes.
Strange image in my mind.
Is it real? Or is it a dream?
The stones become walls again.
Towers rise up to the sky,
Like wonderful mirage the castle stands.
Everything around is breathing,
Enchanting with majestic grace,
Noble spirits of the castle
Keep the ghostly life of place.
Castle’s life is in full swing,
Perfect ladies, fearless knights,
Assemblies to prolonged campains,
Shining of hundreds candle lights.
The King makes speech that weird evening
Proud, warlike words are spoken,
Magnificient oaths are given,
Given never to be broken.
Fading voices drown in silence,
Perhaps, it's just a gentle wind,
Rustling with the foliage
And blowing dust away from cliff.
