I sojourn to the cliffs,
To feast on the sights if my vast landscape.
Trees are kissed by the rising dawn,
My kingdom shimmers as gold.
But soaring on the highest wind,
Comes raven, black as night.
He tells of coming winds of change,
Made not by nature's hands.
...And then the dawn was swallowed,
By a suffocating sky.
A teeming black storm of lust,
To turn my kingdom to dust.
My forests have no light to live,
My world is withered and dying.
The wind no longer gust,
And the moon has strayed away...
Dagger in hand, I curse this tempest
And end my misery.
The last dawn turned inky black,
As I reach eternity.