Ever have they dwelled in that sickly city,
That even the flowing ice avoided
As it crept down from the heights,
Devourving all in its path.
Among evil shadows,
Did they practice their craft.
In the primordial conurbation
Of forsaken Yir.
Since time immemorial
They have met in silence.
Beneath Yir's dark obelisks
And the backdrop of jagged mountains.
Many believe them necromancers.
It is even said in myth ,
That they were the ones to create man
In order to spite the gods .
But such memories ,
If ever there were any,
Have long since passed
From the revelries of thought.
None have seen these sorcerers
Or that sable city of Yir
Since the ice had receeded
In more recent ages.
In fact, not even the location
Of that monsterous place
Can be agreed upon anymore,
Which many count as a blessing.
For though the city is lost,
And unseen by the eye,
The meer mention of it
Disturbs and unsettles the mind.
As if it's raven spell,
Was never truely lifted.
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 1:13 AM UTC
Ever have they dwelled in that sickly city,
That even the flowing ice avoided
As it crept down from the heights,
Devourving all in its path.
Among evil shadows,
Did they practice their craft.
In the primordial conurbation
Of forsaken Yir.
Since time immemorial
They have met in silence.
Beneath Yir's dark obelisks
And the backdrop of jagged mountains.
Many believe them necromancers.
It is even said in myth ,
That they were the ones to create man
In order to spite the gods .
But such memories ,
If ever there were any,
Have long since passed
From the revelries of thought.
None have seen these sorcerers
Or that sable city of Yir
Since the ice had receeded
In more recent ages.
In fact, not even the location
Of that monsterous place
Can be agreed upon anymore,
Which many count as a blessing.
For though the city is lost,
And unseen by the eye,
The meer mention of it
Disturbs and unsettles the mind.
As if it's raven spell,
Was never truely lifted.
