Last night, all I did was
laying on bed and thinking how it was
how pleasant for someone to be here
how I call his name and he is near
but names are meant to shout out
to ease this agony and let it out
to scream till you drop your mouth
then realize the castle is empty, that's all about
The stairs are dusty the floor level is dark
the guard dog doesn't anymore bark
The bed is cold the sheets without a mark
The rooms closed empty, their handles are prints stark
Torches without lamps how can they light
the mansion's silhouette hides the sun bright
The birds chirping stopped in fright
from me who peeked from the window to enjoy the sight
I sat on the table to eat some cer