There lives a pale woman of skin and bones
on the abandoned castle on the hill.
With glorious gowns and treasure that
men and dragons would battle for.
Some lonely nights I walk along the moonlit path
then suddenly I hear her laugh, sending shivers down my spine.
The wind carries the melancholy sound down
to the townsmen who live below.
Folktales of her are told to the children who misbehave
They say that during the summertime of each annum
there comes a symbol of youthfulness to live with the
pale woman of skin and bones on the abandoned castle on the hill.
Then the youthful light reflects on her and the castle.
The castle flourishes and the paleness leaves, but as autumn
approaches, she bathes in the youthful glow of her guests
Those that enter never leave the abandoned castle on the hill.
Written by: Dilki Fonseka
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