Zalra

Intro K̤̈Ï̤N̤̈G̤̈ I remember the world without your likeness Where the canopy of trees was set ablaze as they met the ever-embers of the black horizon. Screams of billions yet to fall led the air itself to grow heavy in squalor as they found they had misplaced the memory of their own selves and now followed the shadows of their mind, empty in persuit yet feverishly clawing for that which they didnt understand. Lo, Creatures of Mud, see that which came of my hate and witness the ruin I breathe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The days have long since days turned to dreams of hate that o'erspread the land. And prayers for the gods to awake and reclaim their people have stopped as the minds of those that dwelled in the stone walls of their kingdoms slowly consumed their bodies. Now only their husks remains, seeking reprisal for the pain of their flesh and mind. Zalra remains among the few yet to fall, surviving alone in the dust and ruin of the used to be kingdom of promise and hope. What hope is left now, when all familiar faces aim to bring forth a wrath unfit for anywhere save hell? Zalra does not know. She knows only that to survive is to wither slower.