Feet, running, hit the ground

listen to the broken sound

look at this deserted land

where damned and cursèd beings stand

Welcome to a world of pain

where all is lost and naught is gained

where chaos reigns and nothing rules

No one can save these poor lost fools

Pain is master of this realm

and Death’s lieutenant takes its’ helm

He spreads his wrath across the earth

but that cannot relieve his hurt

Until he takes pain in his hands

his tears will fall across the land

and ’til that day still will I sing

the lament of the tormented king



~ by Tayath on November 2, 2011.

2 Responses to “Runner”

  1. Amazing poem :O I think tea would go perfect with a verbal recital of this. *sips tea*

  2. Reminds me of a certain citadel… oddly amazing. A job well done!

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