"The Millenium Earl"
Stop all the movement
No need to open or close a door
It does not matter if there is no road
Stand silent at his appearance, at the parting of still air.
Say his name quietly, The Millenium Earl,
He then will ask if you want your loved ones back,
If you say yes, he will bring out a skeleton like machine
Say their name; they will return.
He is the Maker, the Thousand Year Duke,
People who meet him rejoice,
For their loved ones are back,
To be with them forever.
But the truth, is that the Earl just uses us,
We are the stuff his weapons are made of,
We go to the machine,
And are lost; except to war.