Crossing deserted bridges of time,
Haunted by a past, incarnadine,
Derived from a hope,
Long gone, and well, forgotten.

Upon saline rivers,
Sourced by fate's downcast eyes
Her somber vessel slowly glides,
Haunted by a past, incarnadine.

Living in times of pain, relieve, lull and provocation
Trudging by doubt sublime
Misanthropic nature, this dystopic kind
Haunted by a past, incarnadine.