The Story of Ghosts

Impaled threw my gaze, vision 'scapes my mind.
Through haunted passage I walk ever blin'
Unable to perceive that which I find.
Woe unto me, sightless sees nothing shine.
Impaled by a stake, by ghosts was it slain.
By demons of life, this world, it decays.
Earth's poisoned breath and nature's writhing pain,
Simply fixed? Precipice, not many days.
Earth's last breath, not too many a day left...
The sky still shines blue; many hopes still rest.
Life is a mis'try, our task may be heft.
But we must fix this world; one hefty test.
This world can be saved, it is no small chore,
Once saved by us, the Ghosts, I see once more.