Land of the Dead

Floating in despair,

Waiting for something;

Someone to set us free.

Alone in this forsaken place,

Where nothing green grows;

Where nothing thrives,

Besides us ghosts of the long forgotten past.

Alone.

We were alone

Until the day he came.

Hungry before his arrival.

He came, the warrior, Odysseus

And offered a sacrsfice

We shot out of our graves

Thirsy for life's crimson liquid.

It called to us and we obeyed.

Around we circled.

Ready to intake

What was deprived from us ages ago.

Sadly we watched

As the Prince of Thebes received his prize,

And Odysseus his.

We lurked in the shadows,

As Odysseus took off.

Never to return

To the Land of the Dead.