By Carlos Brobjerg

40 ghosts walked into a desert
40 ghosts walked into a trap
Come, come, the voices said
Amidst the desert an oasis arose
Fear us not! they said
A gorgeous oasis, a bounty blossomed
With an extraordinary variety of colours and plenty more
Alongside pristine waters sitting on the shore
Beauty and Horror sat side by side, while darkened roots
Spread far into the bare landscape
Fear Not! they said
The oasis is shrinking but it's not a matter for our concern
They exclaimed in the most eloquent manner
But where's Virtue? a voice was overheard saying
Oh! Virtue is long gone, but we hardly miss her
Look at the abundance, rejoice and cherish! they said
Paying barely notice to the spectral images of those 40 in that desolate land.