Shadows
gather over misty water,

Angered by
sun and sky,

They shriek
and howl forever,

Entrapped
in their silent tomb.

Can what is
dead already,

Really die,
in the end?

Can they
fall into the Void,

Without
taking everything along?

Anger flows
from their thought,

Towards the
world they shaped,

They
Whisper in the ears of men,

They unmake
for eternity.

Oh, I watch
so sorrowful,

As the
world beneath me crumble,

For I am
one of those who wish,

To see the
earth restored.