Have you heard the rumours of Castle Highhill?
Never should a girl dwell alone
In that lonely castle on Highhill ground.
Was the wind singing an unworldly song?
Or the unworldly feigning the weepings of gusts around?
Pervading the air with a bluish shimmer,
Beside my ear, I heard that faraway whisper.
What's that sadness having me surround?
I shivered and uttered not a sound.
A thousand years it took me back,
Abandoned me upon a heather-dotted hill.
Woke me from a dream bleak and pale,
Only to cast me into one bleaker still.
Not even the stars gave a wink,
The wildest wind silenced in a blink.
Have you heard the rumours of Castle Highhill?
Never should a girl dwell alone
In that lonely castle on Highhill ground.
Years later, and I still knew not
Was that night a dream stealing the colors of real,
Or the reality donning Morpheus's veil?
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