I wasn't born here. This is not my land.
Yet along my face the tears run hot,
Shimmering in all the colours of the rainbow,
Salty on my lips, like water from the deep sea.

I witness the destruction of a world,
Though not my own, it tears my heart to shreds.
This world, this city, saw the birth of all the others.
All towns are one city, all worlds are this world.

When the Castle fell, I did not cry.
Deep into the sea it fell - my eyes like parchment,
My sword red in my hands, my hands awash with gore.

The only liquid on my face was blood.
Blood was on my hands and on my face.
My hair it coloured brown like leathers three days laid in brine.
The salt I tasted as the Castle fell
Was blood that trickled through cracked lips, a rich and salty flavour,
The blood of Amber or of Chaos - I didn't care.

I've tasted blood before - the sweet-salt taste of prey,
Rich liquid on my lips, a tang like nothing else.
The sugarsweet red taste of handwrought iron.
The dark metallic taste of blood.
I've tasted blood before, my own and other's.
My own, and other's, tears, and this was blood.

My eyes were dry as deserts when the Castle fell.
But now the City burn, and soon will likewise fall.
What good is swords when all is lost, when cities fall?
I didn't think I cared, but now I find I do.
The City's fall brings tears to far-too-long dry eyes
And I hear myself sobbing.

I wasn't born here. This is not my land.
Yet along my face the tears run hot,
Mixing with the dry blood on my face,
Until the salty taste on broken lips is blood and tears combined.
Salt and sweetness, a flavour rich and watery.
I cry for things I lost - yet never truly had.

I witness the destruction of a world.
My world, my birthright, a place I never knew I loved until it's gone.
This world, this city, saw the birth of all the others.
All towns are one city, all worlds are this world.
All towns are now fallen, all worlds burn so bright.