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More in The Poetry of Rygar
His Evil Languished Land
Mountains of fire cradle pools of sin,
Unfortunate desires of foolish skin,
Funeral pyre burning cool once again,
And me, just a liar as a rule I offend.
Seas of death boiling and flooded with hate,
One final breath before it’s too late,
Hope burns away, up in smoke to the sky,
I turn to leave, no escape so why try.
Winds of ash blowing hard, fanning the flame,
Flesh has been marred from standing in shame,
No demons around, save for one that I see,
Im forever bound with this demon in me.
Sulfurous rain pouring down without end,
Wishing this pain would terminate its trend,
Forever, my sentence, and forever I’ll stay,
Never again will I endeavor to play.
Alone in this wasteland, my demon and me,
I’m no longer a man, how could this be?
Stripped of my pride and my sins are exposed,
So here I’ll reside behind gates that are closed.