(This is actually a song, but its a pretty good poem too)
There is a city in the east
A city stained with red
Under, there's a Necropolis
With all the city's dead
The dead do not like visitors
Don't set foot in their home
For if you do, the dead will wake
The barren street they'll roam
The city does not welcome
Travelors beware!
For if you find the Necropolis
You'll join the bodies there
While many men have sought it out,
I've knowledge that they lack
I try to tell what they don't know
Ignore and ne'er come back
Parties great and numbers few
Try there fortunes there
But they are ne'er heard from again
Nor seen in hide or hair.
But where is this Necropolis?
From where must you depart?
Its no place on this blackened earth;
In every person's heart.
Again, I warn you stay away!
Don't wake the evil there!
For 'Necropolis' is all unhappiness,
All darkness and despair.
Necropolis, Necropolis
Of rotting flesh and bone.
Necropolis, Necropolis
Inside the ghosts will roam.
