No-Mans Land - Ilsa

Haul the pickaxe

Pry that crowbar

Slam sledgehammer

Into rotted foundation

Let’s rebuild house

On no-man's land

Overlooked corners

No architect planned

I’ve seen red haired fox

Wild turkey, baby deer

Prowling proud

Early morning

Hungry, homeless

In a heartless district

Lost as the crone’s secrets

In wind-blown ashes

Of the witches pyres

Wild bloodlines, wiped away

Leave as spoiled fruit

Of soulless survivors

Generations built fortresses

And thrones, never to

Allow any enjoyment

Of their luster

Hold no hope in natural laws

Nor faith in city walls

Let’s just rebuild

On no-man's land

Overlooked corners

No architect planned

On no-man's land