They walk on
cloaked
rotted
disfigured
and jaded -
their feet leave behind no trace
upon this dirtied path
towards their doom.

They look forward
distance
blurs
remote
and devoid-
this desert is their ground
as they fight within themselves
the corrupted filth,
shaded from the sun
the darkness creeps
into this deserted cemetery.

Bodies broken to the core
bloodied
bones
distorted
and ghastly -
the cloaked figures
they walk onward,
past the corpses
blinded to reality...
these ghosts prevail.