Song of the Zephyr

There's a story here
A history in the air
The Wind has seen much

It's a ghosts' town now
A place of chill foreboding
For ghosts of the Past

The birds fly away
But their songs still remain here
Portraits of what was

This place is sacred
Spirits brought in on the breeze
Haunted and hallowed

There's a story here
A history in the air
The Wind has seen much