Tanka – Castle Beseno

High ov’r Beseno,
keeper watch in memory,
ages long gone past …
somber, abandoned is this hall
asleep now ov’r the valley.

Dark and dank these halls,
we walk among tumbled walls …
no song, no fire light,
no dance or fetes here my friend,
only sad whispering wind.

No knights, no maidens
all are long since dead and gone.
Beseno Castle,
relic of medieval yore…
forbidding stone embankments.

Unforgotten stand,
for some would yet think of you …
proud ghostly presence
of invasions and of war,
your might, your glory echos still

A view from the Beseno Castel