Tara

That which even the gods ought not know found the Avrohd who were faceless but for The Eye's brand, and reading the Tome came to know the Pale Queen. And decieved they had been, for the pages they gleaned spelled their undoing, and came to their knees before the knavess Queen. Liva wore and sank as the ground drank the tears the Avrohd shed. A basin of rose-hued grief as the limpness that is them o'erspread and vined upon the flagstoned paths. The clouds on the high turned and danced to the melody of their desperation, and painted the sky a crimson with the scorn that was born from their pursuit. In the sky's bleeding rage The Eye watched with neither pity nor forgivness as the Avrohd found that what they sought was not meant for them. And as they fell The Queen smiled.