Wondrous images my eyes behold.
The castle high upon the hill,
The birds are silent, air is still.
Push them open, tempt my fate.
Wonder what is held inside,
Behind its doors, what does it hide.
I step within the castle walls.
Candles dim, they light the way,
On doors of oak, their shadows play.
A sound so lonely to my ears.
Down stone steps, worn with time,
The weeping pulls this heart of mine.
Taken in battle when enemies fall.
The melancholy cry, it chills my soul,
The source, this mournful sound, my goal.
My footsteps echo on the floor.
I step inside the dusky room,
I see you sat there, in the gloom.
These walls your prison, not your home.
Your battles fought, battles won,
Home you came to find the one.
When you returned, your Queen had died.
Her love had gone, left you alone,
Within this fortress, made of stone.
You raise your head, my eyes you meet.
Weep not for love lost to the past,
Find now a love to trust will last.
The past now gone, said your goodbyes.
I take my Knight now, by the hand,
And stroll with him, throughout the land.
