Hi! I read the lyre and fell in love with it. Looking at Dryz I saw the poem on the itch.io page and wrote this one. Hope you like it. The poem might include spoilers.
(English isn’t my main language so there might be some spelling or grammatical mistakes, any correction is appreciated)
A river of red, by madness spread,
Will the truth cleanse what has been bled?
Or the will of the new king tear through the night,
To bury this scar out of mortal sight?
The heavens may weep, their torrents fall,
Yet even God alone cannot cleanse it all.
The lovers cry out, but the stain remains,
Etched in silence, bounded by chains.
Will the flames arise, devouring the land,
With antlers of fire, with a scorching hand?
And when the ash settles, as soft as snow,
Will he recall the wrongs he sowed?
For blood once spilled is a tale long told,
And neither storm nor fire can make it gone…
