A poem set in one of my many created worlds.
The Ruin of Daroder
On the fallen banks of a long-dead river,
In the shade of skeletal trees,
Sprawls the ruin of the Castle Daroder,
Pride of Envar, long-since seized
By the Powers that are Nameless.
The Castle Daroder withstood all siege
And proud was the lord who ruled it.
Ambition was always in mind of it's liege;
Ever he worked to achieve it.
This angered the Powers Nameless.
The cost of human folly is great, indeed,
Faced with the wrath of the Nameless
For they know no patience in regards to greed
As is the way of the Nameless.
The sylvan days of shining spires
And battlements, tall and proud --
Now ruined scape consumed by fires
Wrought of hatred long avowed
By the Powers that are Nameless.
On the fallen banks of a long-dead river,
In the shade of skeletal trees,
Lie the ruins of once-mighty Daroder
Whose ruler, the Nameless, did displease;
A testament to Their power.
Explanation
Daroder was once a great trade city on the banks of the Emadre River. During the rule of Lord Den, the Emadre, a very deep and broad river, suddenly dried up. It became common belief that Lord Den brought the wrath of the Nameless (aka the forces of nature) upon Daroder when he began felling the Forest of Emadre in order to fund his campaign against Neralyn.
In truth, there was an earthquake further inland that changed the river's course.
