The ghosts of man

Finding a land

To see eternal rest

The house they dwell

The stories they tell

Explorers try their best

To find why they

To why they may

Live inside the room

To see their fate

They hesitate

To find the spirits' gloom

Fear is chilling

Their souls are stilling

They back away so fast

Their exploration

Their destination

Is never one to last

They dash away

Their fear had made

Their goals to grow so cold.

Vacant space

Not one more trace

Of a house where stories are told