Zak says on his blog, that “[...] a poem should be more than sufficient to describe a setting.”
The rusting earth is warm and breathes
The earth churns and in the depths we breed
Lick water from stone
Suck marrow from bone.*
We burned down every hall of gold
Melted down every statue, broke everything we got
Now all we have is mold
We work the earth and rot.*
I am not happy.
#RPG