A Shadow yet complete.

[Gashuk]

As t'sun dies the earth turns black
And sky-blue oceans become abyssal
We try t'fight back with our fire
But it turns t'ash at our dismissal.

So t'wind, it picks up strength as resistance is futile,
To carry the ash across;
We stagger, gripping jagged cliff,
As we blindly mourn our loss.

With t'fire dead, sea at unrest, our wind whipped and t'earth unsure beneath our feet.

It makes an Orc wonder; (if he but opens his eyes), does moonlight strike thunder, whilst it calms tides, grips the stars an'illuminates your path.

Or is it wholesome, a Shadow yet complete.

- Gashuk Soulfury