Quietly creep the ghosts from their long forgotten graves
To dance in the moonlit courtyard of the once grand palace.
The apprisional orcherstra plays melodies of old
While the moon glides on silvery wings across the sky.
The once fierce war-cry is now only a moan carried away by the wind.
Invaders from afar flood the courtyard like a rushing river, killing all.
The murderous band of ghostly thives flee, taking nothing except innocent lives.
As dawn dreaks ocer the palace walls and fills the courtyard with golden light, the spirits move back into the shadows
Where they must await the night, doomed to live the last horrid moments of their lives over and over again
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