Skull And Bones

On the horizon, distant mountains guard their solemn keep

As ghosts of yore in spectral dance rise from the eternal sleep

Their presence felt when night descends and stars befriend the moon

In these cursed lands, the skull and bones sing a haunting tune

In this land of chilling echoes, where the wild winds moan

Every shadow holds a legend, every stone a throne

Dark clouds roll like thunder, as night begins to weave

Tales of those who vanished, leaving hearts to grieve

In the shadow of the old oak tree, a skull and crossbones sign

Tales of wandering souls buried, forgotten over time