Through scores of miles and defeats I had traveledWith weary heart and bonesHoping mysteries would be unraveledDiscovering nothing but quandaries and unknownsFinally at the limits of mettleThe cursed place I’d foundA preternatural silence left me unsettledThe denizens uttered no words and made no soundThis land of phantoms, this village of the damnedOne thousand eyes upon mea foreigner in this aberrant landThis land of phantoms, this village of the damnedOn vindication’s quest I’ll persevereso ancient enigmas man may understandA sea of empty visages and eyesWere to greet me at my ingressMy queries drew belligerent repliesThis damnable rabble was seemingly possessedThe village called for my immediate departureIn a singular chorusActing as a hive minded creatureWith the eyes of argos and cyclopean focusI must unearth the secrets hidden in this landBuried beneath eternal dreams and the sandI’ll continue my search under cover of the nightBringing these nautical enigmas to the lightThose who thought me mad shall see me overcomeI would have my triumphin this wretched land of phantomsBy night I scoured the atlantic shoreWith certainty of my causeThe villager’s silence told a terrible storyBut my quest nears completion, I will not withdrawWritten in these ancient sandsA thousand tales of oldDespite the villager’s attempts to silence meThe stories will be told