A poem about a melody that is drawing you closer to a forgotten land.
|A symphony of haunted melodies,
Sing of forgotten tragedies.
The sound so soft and clear,
Coming closer and forever near.
Calling me to a shadowed land,
Of blackened ash and sand
To which this world is filled with darkness,
And inhuman beings who are heartless
A land devoid of a emotions,
Slowly dieing without devotion.
I fear this land of emptiness,
Which is slowly forming a new soul of cruelness
I stand alone in desolation,
Dieing of unbidden isolation