Chaos distilled in
Guardians in the Temple hall
Spectres roamed in

Incorporeal
Shadows assault the living
To absorb their life

We should not have come
The terror within is out
In darkness we are

Hand in hand, cavorting.
Spooks and spectors howl loudly
Soiled shorts, we flee.

Old souls watch, helpless
Will anybody recall
Where I am buried?

so cold i have turned
was this what i wanted now
it should have been less

Possessed they move quick
Who fights for who in this mess
Friends and not will die

Flinging Force powers
Rolling all over the place
Regret and Anger

Chaos unfolding,
Must fight though coldness spreading,
All is not lost yet.