All misty

Mist goes well with the green.

Crosses

Sorry, graveyard full.

Another ruin

Hore Abby in the shadow of the Rock.

In mourning

Like a lost civilization once lived here.

Up the pirmrose path

Not everybody gets in.

Grey enough for yer?

Those moody Irish mists.

Raise high the roof beams

The ancient kings of Munster had a roof, at least.

Some fixup under way

Don't worry, it'll still be a ruin.