Lich Duke Thor of the River Styxx
On the Shore
With barren feet I drudge the shore of my despair,
Until that fair tower it grew above me there.
Dark as a fallow fire ensconced in power,
I died in shadowed twilight of that hour.
The purple flowers all withered in the night:
Around thy throne, a lonesome tremulous sight.
Held here a power in a labyrinth of light—
Until it heard again the mercy of the Night.
Entered by: 0x73eF…0Af9 and preserved on chain (see transaction)
