The Castle was big,
but it was dusty and old,
The King and queen loved each other,
but were buried centuries ago,
the princess was beautiful,
but was never loved,
people are now just waiting for the sun to go down,
they didn't believe, 
In happiness,
they carried sadness to their grave,
it was like a virus,
carried by the wind sniffed by noses,
kept by lungs,


the village was big,
and so it was old,
it was devoured by sadness centuries ago.

the people were many,
but they got old,
they were rotten,
long  ago.