Monochromic world, all dark and cold
Introduces a setting filled with mold
Bodies of worms and humans pass through
Their existence, to him, is seemingly untrue

"Hey there, traveller, mind to help us a bit?"
They called out to him as he went to sit
Their pleading eyes took him in
Just like their bodies, as of tin

He drops his bags, eyes open wide
Reflex to terror, he tries to hide
The ground is shaky, wet, and jet black
While swallowing his bags, it starts to crack

"Crap…" he mumbles under his breath,
Expecting nothing but his own death
"What are you creatures?" he begins to ask
"We are doing nothing but our task"

Startling response, they meet his eyes
He hates this truth more than lies
"The blood-like moon,...