*scrawled quickly*

A darkness of the strangest kind
That slowly creeps into my mind
That I can only keep at bay
With a candle that soon may
Extinguish itself for want of room
and leave me and my lute in gloom
Our times all seem to end too soon
Our times all seem to end...

In this wretched box town
Everybody wears a frown
But I can see the suns through the clouds
In this Darkness filled place
Find comfort in the face
of the Telantha Tradgedy
in which we all a part must play!