In a valley where mists whisper
And shadows dance in hidden light,
Stands a castle, old and shattered,
A witness to long-lost time.
The walls speak in hushed tones,
Of kings and their eternal dreams,
Through corridors that swallow time,
Wander spirits in endless rooms.
Oh, the abandoned castle,
Keeper of secrets that none know,
In its halls echo whispers,
Of stories that have no end.
A garden wild, full of thorns,
Roses blooming in the dark,
Statues stare into the void,
Guarding the hidden green.
In the mirror cabinet of illusions,
Truth shatters into a thousand pieces,
A jester dances through visions,
Caught in the madness's bliss.
Oh, the abandoned castle,
Keeper of secrets that none know,
In its halls echo whispers,
Of stories that have no end.
When the moon kisses the shadows,
And the wind blows through empty windows,
Time loses itself in a moment,
In the castle of whispers, where no one goes.