Extras

"Poisoned Lineage"
By: Monica Caples '02
His father's shadow -- the curse,
Venomous hiss, in his name.
King, for better -- or worse.
Victim to Fate's cruel game.

Well of shadows with writhing souls;
Hall of captive spirits -- here.
Pit of torments, paying tolls
To screaming mouths, ringing fear.

Ferremortis, soft Thanatos,
The lord of shadows, sunlight sees.
Stronger he is, more than those --
Power-hungry, deities.

Chilling touch like threads of frost,
Outwards reaching for the fire.
Aching heart, lonely -- lost;
Distant freedom -- his desire.

Kingdom held in youthful hands;
Tortured souls belong to him.
Lightless. Empty. Haunted lands.
Future decision, by whim.

Mighty death-bringer, the sire.
Desolate. Heartsick, the son.
Shoulder'd the realm of the liar.
Unfair, still, duty done.

His father's shadow -- the curse.
Venomous hiss, in his name.
A King, for better -- or worse.
Victim to Fate's cruel game.

(about Ferremor from "Quietus")