Thread: The Untold

Hypnotic melodies

Emanate

Dark paths

Culminate

A crossroads it

Creates

Who are we

To traipse the path

To wear the road

We are the lonely travelers

The wretched unforgiven

The stainer's of the Soul

We are the unknown

A breed unfortold

---WCB

This strikes me as something you would read as a prologue in a book. Stirs your imagination to read on and whets your appetite for the story.