Lyrics illustration by Jeshannon.
By hazy moonlight, she moves with uneasy grace.
Then. One night of shrieks and
(Avásh'Aelía or Bone Queen was the ruler of the Shadow Elves, those who remained in the ruins of the once fabulous and legendary Northern Sarvonian elven city of Fá'áv'cál'âr, now a haunted and cursed place known as the Water Marshes. Avásh'aelía was chosen Queen as a sign of rejection and independence from the other elven tribes and the High Avá'ránn. Though not inherently evil, the Shadow Elves are intricately bound to Coór, and are known for their unwavering neutral stand on the machinations of the Eophyrhim tribe who has futilely sought an alliance with them against the Light Elves for centuries. The madness of the Bone Queen is reflected in the poem expressing her lament below.)
The stars are screaming.
I hear them through my eyes.
Black-green stars shriek and sigh
And I forget the world and its meaning.
The dead are singing.
I feel their songs shivering
a crescendo within my bones
They are always around me and still I am alone.
They say I am quite mad.
Like that drowned, gibbering lad;
One plus one gives you eighty-four
And the little girl sits all forlorn.
And even littler spiders scurry, scurry
inside me, weaving their webs;
they sometimes make me sad and weary.
But I cannot stop them, within my head.
hush, let me tell you secrets.
babies grow out of walls
with blood on their tiny squealing mouths
as they eat their mothers to live
mirrors don't show the truth.
they only show beasties
and dark ugly things
that dance and creep
They say I was beautiful once.
And that is true.
And madness is pure white in hue.
That is true too.
I love him
I still do
I hate him
And that is true too.
You made me love you
I didn't want to.
You made me hate you.
I didn’t want to.
do you know?
the prince never rescues the maiden
he just cuts her up and
feeds the pieces to his hungry heart
one last secret
and never more
love is made up of a thousand eyes
bleeding crimson streaked with white
as they shine unblinking in the night-sky
But I am tired now.
And the spiders are again weaving.
Perhaps I shall be lulled,
By the stars and their screaming.
Later, when the grinning moon wanes,
I will dance and try to un-remember
all the different colours of pain.
scrap of paper was found in the infamous Watermarshes with strange
markings inscribed upon it. The paper was brought to
Voldar where the
noted scribe, Master Fitch Serdior, recognised the scribblings as
language and began a halting and laborious translation.
The city of green and gold is no
All that remains is darkness and death;
Its beauty destroyed and gone is its lore,
only sorrow and mourning and I are left.
Wetness, bitter and salty, fill my eyes.
Whither shall I go now? My heart bleeds
as I try to recall the way my homeland lies
but that path is lost to me ever and I weep.
Nameless, I wander and walk the earth.
Homeless, I know I shall never see again,
how the suns shone glisten glad with mirth
upon ivory towers or shimmering lanes.
Nor shall I lay eyes upon silvery city walls
when moonlight drapes her starry veils across
airy nights, as maidens dance within great halls
and croon with fond ethereality of lovers lost.
Exiled, outcast. I will be cruelly branded such.
I know not where I shall belong and so I grieve
for a forsaken city of green and gold much.
With a heart shattered, I can only turn to leave.
Now, black ruins and dim memories remain.
I speak and silent ghosts gather in masses.
When the last stones crumble and wane,
the wind scatters my tears into the ashes.
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