I’ve seen them with my own two eyes a sight I wish I hadn’t.
To bare witness to these spectres is a sight I wish to never repeat,
On a realm unlike our own these ghosts doomed to roam with company the likes of pain hurt and deceit, These beings were just like we, They haunt and shake their weary bones ever longing to be free.
Their chains of glass rattle so loud this sound you want not to even imagine.
The horrors that are witnessed near impossible to even fathom.
I’ve walked among there kind before the thought now seems surreal and on that scorched ground I’ve wept and knelt, near enough to memory so that it can still be felt.
These ghosts cannot be blamed for the pain that flickers in our thoughts, with visions of past lives that were once lived ,that bleed unto our dimension, demons crucified for infinite time with names we dare not mention. We hope in time they join us again for this we all give thanks and pray for us to never stoop as low as to be made to join their ranks.