As the ghosts were dwelling in my dreams
Summoned by the moon that be
Its mystique lustre, ran free
Awoken the spirits
We could never see
Once were the kings of
This castle build to, reality
Walking the path we now foresee
No questions asked, gave our plea
Our road was written
Course was set
NOW FLEE!
By Droucil
This poem was written as an entry to Poetry Dice Challenge 3000