**Hall of the Forsaken** In the void where light has fled, Where shadows writhe and hope is dead, A place exists, beyond despair, A hollow space, a poisoned lair. The Hall of the Forsaken stands, Built by blood and broken hands, A tomb for those who dared betray, The innocent they led astray. No laughter fills its haunted halls, No mercy in its crumbling walls, Only silence, cold and grim, The echoes of a spectral hymn. Here, the cruel and greedy dwell, Kings and liars, bound to Hell, Supreme leaders, cloaked in sin, Trapped where no light can begin. Priests and prophets, saints of shame, Who spoke of peace, then killed for fame, Their voices mute, their bodies dust, Chained by time, corroded, rust. No fire burns, no winds will blow, No stars above, no earth below, Just endless night, a frozen breath, A bitter kiss, the taste of death. Forgotten Gods with eyes of wrath, Guard the halls and scour the path, Their judgment like a blazing star, To tear the masks and scour the scar. For in this hall, the damned remain, Their hearts are bound in endless pain, Each lie they spoke, each soul they stole, Now burns like fire within their soul. And every wound they cast in pride, Returns to haunt, nowhere to hide, For every tear they made to fall, They bear its weight within the Hall. Here, thrones of ash and crowns of dust, Lie shattered, broken, robbed of trust, The might they wielded, now undone, The light of judgment, fierce and run. This Hall, a crypt for all deceit, Where power crumbles at their feet, Where those who thrived on others’ cries, Must face the truth, no more disguise. No peace, no solace, no release, No savior’s hand, no prayer for peace, For here they learn what they have sown, In darkness, silent and alone. No pardon waits, no mercy’s flame, No chance to cleanse their tainted name, For in this void, their fate is cast, Their reign is gone, their power past. And as the gods watch from afar, They whisper truths, like falling stars, To those who seek to rule and break, Beware the Hall, the path you take. For power fades, and kingdoms fall, Before the might that judges all, And in the end, the lost must face, The Hall of the Forsaken’s grace. *AI generated*
this is nice :) Can I borrow some of the verses for my fanfiction I m writing now ? Its about 2d age of middle-earth but I would love to use some of this verses in the scenes where Ar-Farazon and his fleet will be dead in the caves of the forgotten in Valinor.
Very well done my friend the music the environment the art, makes you feels sense of discovering truth of the past very well done my friend very well done😊
