The Crazy Rant of a Mad Soryteller

We cannot know

We cannot see

When this world will cease to be.

A love now broken,

A heart now cold.

Will it heal before I get old?

No way of knowing

Impossible to tell.

When the angel will come to this hell

And take us from this ever night

Where daemons come to make us fight.

This town is on the brink of doom

Always warring

But never boring.

We don’t know anyone not in mourning.

The lord of darkness rules us all.