The Mistress of the Castle

In the castle's shadowed halls she roams, a specter of grace in twilight gloams. Her heart, a tapestry of sorrow's thread, woven with dreams long since fled. Her eyes, like moonlit pools of night, Reflect the echoes of lost delight. In chambers cold, where whispers sigh, she lingers, bound by time's cruel tie. Once, laughter filled these ancient walls, now silence reigns, as darkness falls. Her love, a ghost of days gone by, haunts the corridors where memories lie. Oh, Mistress of the Castle, forlorn and fair, your soul entwined with the midnight air. May peace find you in the still of night, and lift your spirit to the morning light....