Description
In the wastelands' desolation bleak, Where shadows dance and silence speaks, Cursed souls wander, lost in pain, Bound by chains of sorrow's reign.
A haunting wind through barren trees, Whispers tales of their miseries, Once vibrant hearts now turned to stone, In solitude they stand alone.
Eyes that once held fire's light, Now glow with anguish in the night, Their laughter silenced, joy erased, In this forsaken, barren space.
Torn by regrets, their voices wail, Echoing through the endless vale, A symphony of grief and woe, In the wastelands where they roam.
They yearn for solace, freedom's grace, To escape this endless, cursed place, But fate's grip holds them tight and strong, In the wastelands, where they belong.
Yet in their pain, a beauty lies, A depth that's hidden from the skies, For cursed souls bear tales untold, In the wastelands' grip, their stories unfold.
So heed their cries, let empathy bloom, For in their pain, we find our own gloom, May we learn to break the chains that bind, And free the cursed souls, lost in time.