Across the water she sits so proud
With a moat made of clear blue sea
And as darkness engulfs the cloud
She looks magnificent and free
The ghosts of centuries gone by
Return to their rightful abode
They form shadows when they die
As they re-enact the days of old
Locals still like to tell the stories
Of the King who isn't at peace
Trying to find his past glories
Not realising he's long deceased
And the jester who's clowns around
With a laugh that's somehow hypnotic
He slipped in the rocks and drown
In a time when his life was chaotic
When the sun rises from the waves
It brings tourists wanting to know
Of the history this beauty now saves
As its legend continues to grow