Ghosts

By Aneirin Menelaos


~ Do you know what your looking for ~
~ Have you looked in these eyes before ~
~ Inpenetrable depths of obsidian ~
~ Looking through your soul again ~
~ Through darkened hall and musty crypt ~
~ And all the little traps youve tripped ~
~ Naught behind that rusted hinge ~
~ Should fail - to make you cringe ~

~ There's nothing living here evermore ~
~ Shambling footsteps on a dusty floor ~
~ Let us forward, we cant go back ~
~ Restless spirits clad in black ~
~ There's nothing living here evermore ~

~ Fen you've found the right place ~
~ Each plot a tidy little space ~
~ Marble slabs erect in Levena's glow ~
~ Put name to things that lie below ~
~ Well trimmed lawns and colored wreaths ~
~ stand in contrast to nightly griefs ~
~ The ghosts are real, not tricks or treats ~
~ Or little girls wearing mommy's sheets ~

~ There's nothing living here evermore ~
~ A distant memory now caked in gore ~
~ I think it better that we should go ~
~ theres nothing here that we want to know ~
~ There's nothing living here evermore ~

~ Adventurers line up to put them down ~
~ The ghostly howls they try to drown ~
~ But in a days time they rise again ~
~ The very same howls resume the din ~
~ Perhaps its someone you wish to find ~
~ A memory of one that was left behind ~
~ The marble slab, maybe flowers too ~
~ In Levena's light the red looks blue ~

~ There's nothing living here evermore ~
~ We travail within, like its all a game ~
~ Soon enough, the marble bears our name ~
~ Will our footsteps shuffle on that floor ~
~ To greet the adventurers, coming through the door ~