描述
„Hearken now to the tale of an olden king,
Who stole the rune of death and felt its sting,
He clung to life with all of his might,
His soul was shadowed, his heart devoid of light.
His dwelling shrouded by clouds in the mount,
A city extinct, long gone, no recount,
For his greed for souls, he could not be sated,
And now his once great kingdom lies devastated.
His eyes once bright, now dulled with age,
He hides away in his mountainous cage,
But the rune of death will not be denied,
In his clinging, fate sealed, a wretched hide.
The old king's reign has long since passed,
And all that remains is his legacy, aghast,
For in his lust for life, he lost it all,
And now his name is but a distant call.“
MYTHICAL CITIES I
No. 7/15