Lost Souls & Midian

May have posted this already:

The Shadowmancer’s Tale

If the sun has ever risen,
As indeed a great Sanctor did question.
Why upon the land does it fall
Only to die.

Across the greatest lands,
Evren, Bishantyll, Formora,
The crystal spear
Falls into warm homes and hollow halls.

But beneath,
A Sorrow Land swallows the light
And burns it away
Like water on a hot stone.

Sacria waits
In footstep shadows and under rivers
Raging with cold life,
And Sacria will consume us.

It is a hundred cities wide
And it hums with impatience
And machines of war;
Its smoke is morning fog.

The deep passion of hate
And boiling blood of revenge
And dark sigh of murder
Are its people.

If the sun has ever risen,
As the fathers before us doubted,
Its face never touched this place,
A black heart of the world.

Nightmares bring you to it
Like Shepherd in storm
And break you on its shores
Sacria is woe.