• In dark lands with not but grief,
    a trembling beneath our feet.
    Quite first, but louder grew.
    Brewed of memories of hate, it hue.
    It hue a crack deep indeed,
    down to the very core of me.
    It tossed and turned me,
    shook and burned me.
    For their is one thing that I should tell,
    these dark lands are me...