The Haunted Deadlands Poem by Jayce McCormick

There lies a meadow beyond the hills
where the Earth is cold, the air gives chills
and the grass lies drooped as the darkness spills
over the barren and lifeless savanna

Through a foggy mist, the sun will rise
as darkening clouds fill the skies
and coat the land in a murky light
till' the day creeps back into the night

And all along the frozen fields
lie rusted swords and weathered shields
and arrowheads carved from shining steel
in the bones of those who defended their will

The souls of the dead still roam the land
in a unison, crying and desperate band
waiting for the light to set them free
from the mortal boundaries that burn them deep

This land was once peaceful, humble and quiet
yet war and bloodshed prevailed to defy it
and after the slaughter the sky turned red
for even the Earth sheds it's tears for the dead

This legend lives on in the northern lands
where strife and war is a matter at hand
yet not the bravest of them all would set foot
in those bitter, haunted deadlands