Neuschwanstein Castle

The mountains rise like giants round 

The mist enfolds their ancient mounds

A castle hides within their walls

As grand as mountains to the thralls

Whose hands brought forth the masterpiece

By order of a man of grief

King Ludwig, mad he was indeed

He listened to wants and not to needs. 

The throne room grand, is guarded by

The saints and kings depicted nigh

Above the place where king would sit

Is Jesus, pax vobiscum sit

The chandelier hangs high above

Mosaic floors and gilded stuff

The throne is gone, was never there

The king was dead too soon to care

The bedroom of the king is small

With intricate woodwork decorating all

The canopy of his bed is like the domes

Of the cathedrals you can see in Rome

A synthetic cave leads you on to the hall

Where music competitions are held ever fall 

With scenes from Wagner on everything

The composer much beloved by the king. 

The gold and precious gems adorn

Walls and halls now long forlorn

He lived there not for half a year

This castle that he held so dear,

Unfit to rule he was declared

And sent to somewhere far from there

And dead was found not one day hence

And all thought it due recompense. 

The castle lone, unfinished lay

But not for long, for soon would they

Open it's doors again, this time

Not for royal but common eyes

A museum it became, a museum remains

For years to come, until today.

And so, a waste for mad King Ludwig

A waste it's not for all the tourists.

They didn't allow pictures in the castle so you'll have to let my poor poetry paint the picture. :)