Staring eyes in the windowpanes
Flinging reason to winds of sorrow
Speaking in verse to withering gardens
Singing false spells to the cornerstones.
Chanting the names of demon heroes
They spin in circles round the pyre
Praising the smoke of departure
Inhaling the ashes of what once was.

Ancient honor once aflame
Now smolders in the damp
A mire of brackish water
A baptism for the weak.

The houses are all empty
No breath behind decrepit walls
A future never spoken of
Has finally come to pass
No one shall inherit this world
For the heirs have all gone mad.
an old man writes his last words down
Before the open window.

In the ruins a legacy lies
And the history's forgot.
But the mind is alive and it brings to life
The legend in this wood.

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