In the murky mists
Amid these barren plains
Linger the spirits of times past
Their struggles continue
As though ignorant yet
The spectre of a dynasty past
Those who lived wickedly
Died by their own hand
Actions and words condemning
All that brought human misery
Now gains their paradise
Bartered for oppressive vantage
What are rewards refuting
That steal away happiness
Eternal rest denied in murky mists
A world of greyed shadows
Whispers murmuring in limbs
They bewilder all that are near
The anonymity distressed
Is a boone of bliss evermore
Feared only by the living
They are afraid to trod
To stroll though murky mists
Where everything is vague
Disoriented, they charge on
Back and forth they go
Ever-turning, ever-stirring, lost