The well-known local poet Emerenz Meier wrote the dark and depressing poem "The Last Lord of Kaltenstein" about this place:
Evening falls on Kaltenstein.
A little star twinkles above the battlements.
The mist rolls around the tower,
which has already defied many a storm.
The dark green circle of the firs
Rusts its eternally serious melody,
which gently penetrates the hall,
to the last Lord of Kaltenstein.
And down by the row of elms
the golden path leads narrowly past.
Many hikers pass there,
they hurry to their destination of rest.
There are many who stop their course
and look questioningly up at the castle.
No friendly light invites you
to the last Lord of Kaltenstein.
The forest is large and wild and wide.
The maiden asks for an escort.
Will no knight then capture her
through the dreaded territory? The Kaltensteiner is named in a word,
who was once a strong refuge for the weak.
She knocks and begs, and then she hears “No!”
In the gloomy hall of Kaltenstein.
“All of you wanderers, leave me in peace!
Go, maiden, without a guide.
My castle is rotten, my arm is weak,
my heart broke years ago.
My family was famous and great,
then decay became its bitter fate.
Now the last Lord of Kaltenstein dies, forgotten and alone!”