Dreamoness
Sanctums Certified Stalker
This town is like a ghost,
where haunting shadows roam.
This town is my home,
where creeping whispers echo.
My home has come to crumbles,
leaving ghastly building skeletons.
I watch the rise of horrid skeletons,
possessed by an evil ghost.
When threats come they crumble,
then watch a living soul roam.
His footfalls bounce and echo,
as he travels through my home.
This is a town I call home,
where remains are but a skeleton.
I listen closely to the winds echo,
as it carries away my shameless ghost.
Then close behind I do so roam,
Through the town that has long since crumbled.
I climb a rock over the crumbles,
a place many once called home.
Where horrid people come to roam,
and perform rituals to rise skeletons.
From the evil that binds the ghosts,
their sorrow filled whispers echo.
Buildings creep and echo,
making more fall and crumble.
The booming crash kicks up dusty ghosts,
then slowly settle into a new home.
This town is just an eerie skeleton,
that welcomes anyone that roams.
Today a man has come to roam,
his voice a rich deep echo.
He calls for the poeple who lay as skeletons,
then observes the towns ancient crumbles.
I wonder why he was in my home,
as he leave the ruins like a silent ghost.
My home is still a silent, lonely ghost,
Watching skeletons rise and roam,
who echo through the towns crumble.
where haunting shadows roam.
This town is my home,
where creeping whispers echo.
My home has come to crumbles,
leaving ghastly building skeletons.
I watch the rise of horrid skeletons,
possessed by an evil ghost.
When threats come they crumble,
then watch a living soul roam.
His footfalls bounce and echo,
as he travels through my home.
This is a town I call home,
where remains are but a skeleton.
I listen closely to the winds echo,
as it carries away my shameless ghost.
Then close behind I do so roam,
Through the town that has long since crumbled.
I climb a rock over the crumbles,
a place many once called home.
Where horrid people come to roam,
and perform rituals to rise skeletons.
From the evil that binds the ghosts,
their sorrow filled whispers echo.
Buildings creep and echo,
making more fall and crumble.
The booming crash kicks up dusty ghosts,
then slowly settle into a new home.
This town is just an eerie skeleton,
that welcomes anyone that roams.
Today a man has come to roam,
his voice a rich deep echo.
He calls for the poeple who lay as skeletons,
then observes the towns ancient crumbles.
I wonder why he was in my home,
as he leave the ruins like a silent ghost.
My home is still a silent, lonely ghost,
Watching skeletons rise and roam,
who echo through the towns crumble.