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Description
The moonlight cloaks the nightly shadows,
Through illuminated windows of the ancient castle,
There walk phantoms down the rotting corridors,
Radiating dim memories that have been lost.

In the ancient keep, upon the decaying throne,
Sits but an echo of the long diseased rulers,
Watching the movements of their graceful people,
As each sway to the gracious melody, at the ghostly ball.

Pale figures of the steadfast palace guards,
Stand watching and readily at the old iron door.
If perchance a traveler wanders to near,
The guards would give warning and all would disappear.

Description
The moonlight cloaks the nightly shadows,
Through illuminated windows of the ancient castle,
There walk phantoms down the rotting corridors,
Radiating dim memories that have been lost.

In the ancient keep, upon the decaying throne,
Sits but an echo of the long diseased rulers,
Watching the movements of their graceful people,
As each sway to the gracious melody, at the ghostly ball.

Pale figures of the steadfast palace guards,
Stand watching and readily at the old iron door.
If perchance a traveler wanders to near,
The guards would give warning and all would disappear.