Dark waters kissing my feet
Calling my name as if it was a dream
All the surroundings simply bleak
Despair surrounds the valley so serene
Still the beauty cannot attract
As much as at ruins of castles, remained intact,
Flooding water clashing against its walls
Still the trembling castle stands tall.

Spiritless winds leave trails on my hair
My hair flying only till the winds blow
Then the unsettling silence dons to dare
As the whispering winds vanquish their flow.

I seek for silence
But now it's uncomfortable
I have nature but whispering violence
Which sadly grapples
The misery and mysteries of this incomplete ruin.