Wednesday, August 31, 2011


Did you cross the river on your journey to this town?
For there lies a no-man's land of spirits,
and fates from which no souls could return.
No sunlight shines on the riverbed of murk.
The souls slipped from the graveyard: from the soil to the stream,
and haunted both the bridges and the water.
Are you still alive or are you now broken
by the things you've seen that made your skin grow pale?

When you walk these cursed fields, you call Death upon yourself.
There's not a soul who can save you, and no chance that you'll survive.
The Reaper accepts no pleading, breaks no contract with the curse;
All wars that have been waged here still burn beneath the rot.

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