Perched high up on a granite hill an old,
Crumbling castle looms - but ruins remain,
An ancient monument to legends told,
Of bravest deeds and glory was domain -
But long-abandoned ramparts silent stand;
No cries of war nor sighs of courtly love
Echo in the vacant yard - though once grand
Was knightly banner streaming high above!
Now grey headstones succumb to earth and weeds
As Time's ever-sculpting hands mould the stone
And flesh alike; no reverence for deeds
Of Man's design, so unpreserved the bone --
But futile to pine, you transient guest!
Shed the tears and seize your singular quest.