"A single tear from the elms of emptiness falls to stain the cracked earth
And the soil breathes one final desperate, breath of life.
Tiny budding flowers and colours of joy and hope explode from the water-bead
Undying, undimming, before shattering to dust.
These woods have no memory of the touch of sun, or the smell of dew,
And all I can hear through the deafening silence are the moaning trees.
It was Morrow who cursed this place.
Now, cheerless and stagnant it screams in the night.
So we hearken the cries from the heart of the wood.
I linger on in doubt, darkness comes early down here.
Wishing upon ages, these flowers will someday bloom."

Make them Suffer - Neverbloom
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