Oh Danny Boy (Open)

If one looks hard enough admists the Sahara desert they can find it. The City of Skulls, a fortress, a sancutary amongst the sand. At least it was until the Ghost Rider war. A closer look shows that the name isn't just for show, the walls are built from the remains of those who would wage war against it. Windows of Fangire glass, concrete poured from the dust of Orpenach and Imagin, mettalic ribs of Shocker grunts form the gate way. Of course it's empty now, it's inhabitants all dead and gone.

A lone man walks into the deserted fortress silently humming and twirling a small white revolver in his fingers. He finds a dark spot and draws a large circle in the dust with the gun barrel. The man starts to sing quietly.

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying

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Another man nude and confused rides across fields of flame upon a white horse. He can feel the prongs of the pitch forks and the sharpness of their blades but he doesn't care. He knows he has been forgiven and his powers restored.

'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow