An island lone

With only what was of earth's beauty and the tower of stone

Which now is dead and cold

With dark vines

Climbing the tower side

Constricting it of any life it had left

In the air I can feel the breath of Death

He is why the life here had fled

Here and the castle ruins yonder

Not far from the ancient tower

This land once known, inhabited by the great King Arthur

Now not a place sought after

But now it's time biding

In its state dying