We passed the fields
the fields accursed
near the ancient city
of old we passed.
A maided lost
and a warrior sought
we during the day
from north and east.
Though none we found
but ghosts of old
filled with dread
and spirit cold.
When sun set behind
the western hills
we took the route
to light and lake
the western hills now rose before us.
Light we found not
lake was distant
dark crept forward
and hopes were dimmed.
Worse than ever
dread came to us
to take our mind
and still our hearts.
Nightmares we fought
though wake our bodies
evil rising
from the ground.
Forth came flames
and death of love
darkness filled us
in the fields.
Though naught was that
for what was coming
sanity's end
lie before us.
The isle she dared
I ran after
fearing death
of love and hope.
Finally there
I her caught
running witless
in midst of fear.
Madness filled us
dreams we strode
of death and burning
ships they seemed.
My hands were bloody
first black then red
of Elves and orc
I cared little.
She lay before me
heart not beating
lungs not rising
dead she lay there
by my own blade.
Of all my wits
I stripped then was
I fell not from sword
but by my mind.
Towards Aman
my face, I stumbled
in darkness hearing
the songs of old.
Dark paths I tread there
now all it past is
nightmares I do
not want to know.
Evil loosened
on island lay I
in middle of
the fields of old.
