Changing Land

The land that was once full of life, Is now a place full of death. That which once was green and beautiful, Is now dark and dreary. A place where the moon does not want to shine its light, A place where no man dares to wander, The land is as dead as the corpses that lay under it. A place that has seen so much pass. From the time when it flourished, To the fire that caused so much sadness. It’s the ever changing land with no pass nor future.