Postlude

In the Castle moat, lotus flowers are blooming, They shine with the light of an early moon Brightening above the Castle towers. They shine in the dark circles of their unreflecting leaves. Pale blossoms, Pale towers, Pale moon, Deserted ancient moat About an ancient stronghold, Your bowmen are departed, Your strong walls are silent, Their only echo A croaking of frogs. Frogs croaking at the moon In the ancient moat Of an ancient, crumbling Castle.