Behold! I, who was once a man
Have come to claim the shattered lands
Where I was destined to command
Over the grateful mortals.
Yes, I have glimpsed the rival bands
Of vagrants who now stalk the land
And cannot stop, lest they be damned;
Compelled to endless motion.
So, now I limp through desert lands,
Eyes wary of the sinking sands
That have consumed my static friends
And not returned their bones.
But, as I crawl through Shatterlands
The broken glass cuts through my hands
And pierces dirty bloodstained bands
Tied 'round my broken ankles.
At last, a wretched husk of man,
Bereft of even strength to stand,
I lie down in the Shatterlands
And pray for death to give me rest.