El Castillo de San Jose
On a bluff, above the raging water
Sits a castle, noble like Zeus' daughter
Crumbling walls from blackend stone
Rising towers shaped of bone
Evil spirts pervade the grounds
As headless watchmen make thier rounds
Howling winds cry from the lake
Their moans and gasps make humans shake
A ghastly old woman lives within
An ugly hag, with warts on her chin
She brews her potions by the day
By night she flies above the bay
Terror of the Iberian land
Melts her victims into black sand
The ebony beaches surround her lair
Her broom is made with fine human hair
Haunting, and screaming and cackaling too
Each night after drinking her magical brew
Why is she so, you ask, this queen of the shade?
Well, it's been a thousand years since she has got laid.
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