Voidwalker

Rain grazing my skin and bone

Coldly taring what I had sown

In the ghost of my lonely land,

Which through its embers I stand

Now I wander its corpse, devoid

Of heavy groans or burdened moans

If anything invaded by foreign joys,

Silently aided by gleeful crows,

Light my step as it sullies the soil

Of resting souls and roughed turmoil

For unworthy as I am to live or die

I walk the void their stars left to cry