I have seen the Ghosts of the world upon that shore
Oh Nethtra, the city of lonely echoes that glow silver like
strands of hair upon a withered body.
I have seen the wraiths that patrol the sands of time,
tossing pebbles into cold waters and breathing in the salt.
They long to touch, to taste, but long for the impossible.
I have seen the lost men, their eyes hollow in the
evening rain,tossing calls into the whitewash that will
never be answered.
I have seen the denizens of the lonely city flitter through
shadows in the search of a greater place of being,
yet knowing there is none.