Legends of Belariath

Zingara's Songs

First Necromancers Life

Dust

Dust, It is what’s left when the rocks of Pride and Honor are grounded away at for to long. It what’s left of the soul when untouched too long, It’s what remains of a heart that it is smashed with the Hammer of seclusion, It is all that remains of me, my life, my world...

The Stones of the past

Deep in Belariath, tis where this story is told,
A hymn of a boy, and his withering sole.
Such a sickly young boy, his body so cold,
His health was so bad, even at six years old.

He made just one friend, A tomboy of a gal
He fought often to prove, but normally failed
He worked very hard, to impress this female
Yet since they were friends, he never seemed to prevail.

So shy he grew up, with soft hands and meek Speech
To Unigo he moved, and she fell out of reach
His major was casting, and hers was to teach
He found another, and twas love they preached

Slowly days turned to weeks, and weeks into years
His love turned to wife, but his friend into tears
He cherished them both, and tended their cares
But driving him insane, his dreams were nightmares

The omens of death, were laced with rich blood
They spoke of his town, left in ashes and mud
Destruction was whispered, with visions of floods
His eyes held his sorrow, from all but his bud.

They set out for his home, to greet his family
Upon reaching their goal, a sight they did see
All was as for told, the town shambled indeed.
Left to bury the dead, thus setting them free.

Bad luck did follow him, as his wife was found dead
Insanity grew, as thoughts clouded his head
Swallowed by self-fears, it turned quickly to dread
Pain and sorrow caused him, to see only red

His black nature grew, and he soon lost his friend
Loosing her he knew, the wizard had sinned,
This is the sad point, where O’Conners life ends,
And where the first Necromancers begins.

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