by Sauron GorthaurThe sky is dark and cries despair
Above these harsh, accursèd lands.
Sand crusts red eyes so filled with tears.
Haeg's blood stains these despondent hands.
Fear claimed a heart that once was mine
The terror of being all alone.
Yet fear has brought a deeper rift
Bitter harvest to reap that by dread was sewn.
For I spoke those words I should have never spoke
Called the name I should have never called
Felt hate rise up within my throat
And by that hate am now enthralled.
Blood red the hair that once was brown
Death white my once sun-darkened skin
Maroon the eyes that glinted blue:
A Shade of what I once had been.
He speaks and now I must comply
Though I weep, he merely laughs at me:
"You summoned me – you have a price to pay."
Dark magic will have its violent fee.
Driven from lands with black thoughts filled,
All I know now is his hate and fear.
Forgotten, the man I'd once tried to save.
Carsaib is gone, and only Durza is here.