Cold stone walls make up this very castle
A lit candle serves little as my guide this eve
Shadows now dance about on each passing wall
As little is clear while my mind can’t believe
There, in the distance, that shadow does move
An apparition, or, is my eyesight just fading?
No, there it is again, now too with a wail
My heart says one thing, my eyes are betraying
She stands there, reaching, seeming to call
On this blustery night, the winds echo tune
Yet, I can see her, how long and just why?
Her presence alarms me under autumn’s full moon
I ponder this moment as my feet lock me still
The candle burns quickly, so I better decide
Should I approach to inquire of why she so wails
Or should I run to take cover and forgo all my pride?
Alas, she is gone, as the moon now shines through
Upon there, the wall, are initials engraved
The letters of a name, the lady of the tower
Who’s bound by her death, to the castle enslaved