An ancient tune
A pounding beat...

Like the swaying of the trees
you whisper in my ear...

How I wish,
I could tell you what I feel...

A sad and hungry cry
Doth fills my tainted ears...

How many days
Must I travel through this mist...

Layers of dust
The smell of must...

A deep cackle filled the air
As the silver of the moon glares...

As tears stream down
My filthy face...

Dressed up and forced
Into something not me...

As I begin to lay
On crisp grass so green...

The cruel laugh left your lips
As you stood over me...

The creaking of the midnight hour
Creeping on ever closer...