Riverkrust, riverkrust
Bustling cities rebuilt taller
The streets lack the rats
And weepers are just corpses burned
Riverkrust, riverkrust
The Outsider shrines are still in hiding
Still standing behind walls
Hidden and worshipped like idols
Riverkrust, riverkrust
What ever happened to that girl?
Her family had a fateful end
One not deserved
Riverkrust, riverkrust
There was a man who helped rebuild
A black bird in the night
A slave of The Outsider, a soldier
Riverkrust, riverkrust
Far from Serkonos, a swordsman
He was dishonored and cut down
We must thank this man now
Riverkrust, riverkrust
Bustling cities rebuilt taller
The streets lack the rats
And weepers are just corpses burned
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Ysenia: Poetry from the Darkness of Dunwall
PuisiSome poetry loosely based off of Dishonored 1. This is in 3 parts.
