Tis The Land Poem by Krantol Northic

The land was blooming with beauty
with green grass and blue sky
Land free from tyranny
where, freely, all birds could fly

But peacefulness, like all things
could never last forever
And so, the rightful reign of peace
ended its endeavors

The plague swept across the land
devouring all in its way
Like an evil shadow came
and the righteous light did it flay

The land that once bloomed now lay dead
fields with dried grass fraught
The sun shone in all its might
and so the land suffered from this drought

And now, what next
for this misshapen land?
will it stay this same way
or by itself will it mend?

What is this strange place, you may ask
This, the heart of every lover, near and far