Poems by Lipos

(...) "The Sacred Wasteland" The deserted capital of Three Titans, now overrun by the black tide and its evil creatures. The shattered tiles, once witnesses of gods' miracles, now shrouded in the haze of an eternal night. I heard that this used to be the holy land of the faithful and a refuge for the lost. But I see that the palaces are now homes for snakes and rats, playgrounds for worms and bugs As the gods fell silent, the priests abandoned them, and all mortals lost their homeland. All were displaced, as the Holy Maiden rebelled and fled, becoming with the passages scattered fleeting starlight. Behind the gates, bitter winds whisper divine decrees. Before the balanced scales, wild weeds thrive unchallenged. The burdens of the abyss are too heavy to endure. The prophetic words are too promising to fulfill Looking around, a heavy melancholy swells Humans without gods are like a boat adrift without its oars. Where can the body find shelter, now that the Era Chrysea has passed? What can comfort the soul, when the world is filled with dread? (...)