Here the ruin lies of naught,

where many loathesome wars were fought.

Where flak in bodies, flesh had caught—

blows made for the land.

Hand in hand we led the way.

Mute or moot now—who could say?

Dawn that ended 'fore that day—

nothing left a seed.

Find me in the down below,

wherein nothing dares to grow.

Human grace not dared to show;

human grass, like lawns to mow.

Soldiers in a foreign land,

one by one and hand in hand,

landed in the barren sand—

numbers there to know.

Eyes that burned like brightest flame.

Monsters lurk without a name.

Nothing here will be the same—

keening long and low.

Long and low the monsters wailed.

Even brightest plans had failed.

Off the land, survivors sailed—

but never often long.

From the ocean we had heard

simple sounds, but simple words

coming in ship’s crumbling wake:

“Leave this place for all our sakes!”

Then from forest, rustling leaves—

wind still whistling through the eaves.

Sanity the howling reaves—

the damn-ed hear their song.

Crumbling like a mountaintop,

on his steed began to stop—

the crumbling man who sat atop

a creature without tame.

Hollow eyes and cracking stone

sat the man atop his throne.

Creature flesh with skills to hone,

bested by no dame.

From a mouth within his breast—

teeth-like ribs and hollow chest—

without pause nor needed rest,

raspy words had came: