The Drowned Song

[terrorfromtheswamp]

Lost Abargarlas, your people lie as bone,
Your walls and chambers fallen,
Your throne and afterthought among the memories of horrors
Still tongues never told.
Yet even in your slumber
You claim another soul.

What did your builders wake
Or oaths their actions break?
A word only of horror,
A terror of the dawn,
A breaking wave that drown your song.

Oh Prince of Dawn,
Did you bear their destruction
Or unwisely gift a mortal hand?
Mother of cruel fate,
The light you bring,
The light you take.