𝖓𝖞𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖖

There's a ethereal place below the roots of trees withered and old,
where a dark kingdom stands,
mighty and bold.
If you climb down the spider webs of time,
you'll see you find gold,
and black skys.
Once you've gone,
you will never return,
my home is beautiful and covered in ferns.
Magical beasts who only tell lies,
swim in red lakes that bubble high.
But life will destroy any beauty within it,
and that is how the dark kingdom died.
In this rotting land a light shifts and moves,
holding few,
who wait and brood.
Light ravages and burns the land,
turn red rivers cold.
Where light touches shadows it kills all good.
Life is light and beautiful, all things that destroy.
But sometimes darkness does not murder good.