An old and raped village de Mortiis

Through boughs and leaves and stone on ground.
i feel a prescence of evil, a silent
A village old, pillaged and raped,
houses rotten or
here are signs of battles of
raided for their virgins and
from cometh this evil air?
this pressing warning of danger?
Mayhaps the folk whom once lived here
are now cursing this place, and all who behold?
And evil place once lovely and
its garden are grey now, and sad voices haunt the
houses rotten, fallen winds gushing
I wonder who raped and pillaged
and what meaneth the signs painted on those doors
that have yet not fallen to the
where did the fair virgins go, and what are of them today?
Mystic this place is and i fear my questions
will stay unanswered, untill my dying