Famine’s Lament
Icy grasp, Famine’s reign —
souls left vacant,
an echoing chasm
where the living used to be.
We are the void that swallows all.
In Famine’s hold, existence dwindles.
Skies gone gray, the land run dry,
hope turned to ash
with a tearful goodbye.
We are the hunger,
endless, craving,
consuming all
with an insatiable bite.
Icy grasp, Famine’s reign —
we are the void,
and the void does not forgive.