The Thoughts of a Ghost

The streets of this place are empty
Vast and cold like the sea
Life is gone replaced by rot
Devoid of life, the Madre stands caught
Standing frozen in time all around
Consumed by the evil that is the Cloud
Bodies move through the streets
Soulless, breathless, they do not think
They capture the greedy, the evil, they then depart
And drag them away into the Villa's dark heart
But in this gloom, a new being lies
A miracles awakes, seeing the world through new eyes
It can feel, see, hear, and know
Viewing everything in a foggy green glow
Curious it wishes to know more
What lies below the Madre's old door
It now travels the land
Trudging through rocks, water, and sand
Looking for a way to clear the Cloud so thick
To find a cure for the Ghost People who are so sick
It has a name, it's name is Seeker
It is a person, I am Seeker
To know, to grow, to think, to feel
I take pride in my name with great zeal
To love, to learn, to live
Hope is the gift I wish to give
I am a Ghost, My name is Seeker
And if you don't like it, you're being a Stinker.