"Darkness falls
the stars twinkle
moonlight shines
I stand before a void
I fall
no help at first
a strong hand grasps mine
more hands
I am not alone
cloaked in shadow
guardians who help me
for me, they are wraiths
I am one of them
corrupted
not really
neither living nor dead
I walk a lonely road
beside me
I am accompanied by them
we search
for a place to belong
shunned for what we are
I can only weep
Am I alone?
No!
I am a wraith
a nazgul
the likeness of death
a lonely road I walk
together with others
we walk or ride
we scream to the world
a world that abhors us
will no one understand
we scream
our pain is our hearts
for we are wraiths
neither living nor dead
we walk or ride
searching
for a place to belong."