The Ancient Poem by Him Name

the once powerful now crumble the armys of great now die in thier sleep but in the dark the poeple forget their years of greatness and shun all thought of their once perfect untopia in order to survive they only see that the world is no longer theirs to love but to run form they were my people but they loved with a love that was more than a love than any love of any mortal and i weap for my people as our king dies he begges us to let the mortals for get our perfection in stead of fighting this unspeakablehorror they deaserv to have the lioght and as he dies the very angles cry come to us sweat prince and be at peace