kulupu wi wawa unu

Alas, dark omens
Are here, delivered.
Northward, far away,
But not far enough,
Farms are all destroyed.
Black smoke and ashes
Cover the white snow
With a dirty coat.

Not a farm is left,
Earthbound beasts eaten,
Not a life was spared.
And south they advance,
More and more are ruined.
Please, if you hear this,
Flee to safety.

>IRIDESCENT_DUST_10 : The Book of Rorhk