Fading life and aging beauty, painted in the blanketing hues of the fading sunset over the withering valley
Wilted flowers and fallen trees, consumed by moss and lost to rot
Draped in tapestries woven by the twisted minds of…

Spiders
Crawling up the ruins of an abandoned tower
Making it their home

To build a kingdom from decaying ice
To live in peace from prying eyes
A place sinking into the mire
To bring protection from the fire
Hiding amongst nooks unseen
Hatching grounds built in lands unclean
Battle-hardened, hunters of death
Born as guardians

Rest easy, little ones
No harm shall come to thee
Let your minds be at ease
For none shall intrude in this Withering Valley

Man once lived here, once thrived
With a bite from the shadows, none survived
Face-down in the bog, food for decay,
The Valley's true rulers emerged to reign
Unobstructed, uncorrupted kings and queens
Unafraid to sing their sickening melodies
Woven by the twisted minds of…

Spiders
Crawling through the ruins of a long-dead kingdom
Making it their home

Fading life, aging beauty, painted in the blanketing hues of the fading sunset over the Withering Valley

Rest easy, little ones
No harm shall come to thee
Let your minds be at ease
For none shall intrude in this Withering Valley

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