A skeleton sat in its carriage and never spoke

as the purple horizon went up in a puff of smoke.

Draperies hung heavy where ancient diners are often seen

as the moat buoyed up an empty boat

where the mistress should have been.

Tales were told of a knight who fought oe'r her and master both

now rats do scurry in musty vaults overtaken by undergrowth.

The carriage glided slowly on its way

as the horizon came up in the breaking day

and the castle shivered at giving up its ghost

then cavaliers partook of the loyal toast

by the lazy sun's descending ray.

but everything passes and the castle disappears

into the veil of everlasting tears.