DRAGSHOLM'S CASTLE

Upon the stormy coast of Scotland
Her prow broke through the ragged waves
The Seabird filled with corsairs rotten
A craft of these disheveled knaves

To foresee their destination true
They entered a dim, watery grotto 
The captain of the entire crew
Said "Leave nothing untouched, that's our motto!"

Cutlass 'tween teeth they scaled the cliff
And scanned the deserted coast
Their quest to defeat Dragsholm's myth
With plunder of which none could boast.

At midday they caught clear sight
Of several foreboding towers
But the might was softened quite 
With a courtyard full of flowers

Corsairs flocked to Dragsholm's castle
Pirates feasted in the halls
Theft of every single tassel
Left quite bare the ancient walls

The ghostly green lady gazed from her tower
Awakened the ghostly soldiers fell
The pirates' wine all ran sour
With the single ghostly toll of a bell

And then the pirates' smiles did fade
As a soldier drew a sword
To the tower they were bade
To the woman's very door.

The pirates instantly met their fates
As her deadly gaze looked round
The corsairs freed of living mates
As ghostly scalawags they were found

Upon the stormy coast of Scotland 
Her prow flows with the ragged waves
The Seabird freed of corsairs rotten
No more of the disheveled knaves.