I once travelled to a land distant and old,
Its people decaying like rot in the mould.
Beneath my feet lay shattered cobbles grey,
Dreary skies and solemn frowns, I passed then turned away.
I once travelled back through that distant land,
Its streets were paved with glittering veins of gold and sand.
Its people smiled from ear to ear once more,
Yet their eyes were clouded, the trees lifeless as before.
Puppeted and posed, somehow emptier at the core.
And for a third and final time, I came to that distant land,
And chose to stay amongst its ever-blessed damned.
Its people’s eyes ran red with gore,
Their minds ascended, human no more.
The golden streets ran wet beneath my feet,
Now red with the blood of all who came to seek.
And I, once just a traveller passing through,
Could never leave that distant land anew.










