The Land of Evalae: Part 1

Pain is felt explicitly
As hope burns away

The dying ears of a wizened man
Hear only what angels say

They cry, screaming so high
Atop their childlike towers

As, one by one
The angels lose their purified powers

The demons yell, screeching and growling
No human head could stand such yowling

As darkness drifts, at the suns eclipse
A dark laughter rumbles out

For He, the dark one,
Is almost about

Slowly, slowly
The screams become a distant roar

As Evalae sinks and sinks
Its people broken
Such as wood
Snapped against a cliffs shore