Lament of Val-Tymia

Lament of Val-Tymia By: Lacrymosa

A legendary account of the Tymains' genocide by Dassinthi poet Anduam'eglia.

When our world was still so young Unspoiled and kind, yet brittle There stood the greatest land of all An Avalon; however little.

In this land lived Holy Shikha The Goddess of One Love She cast away the blasphemy And sent Drimah from above.

But oh, Dear Shikha did commit The greatest sin of all Her lies against Dear Lih'Ka-Teuh Caused Val-Tymia to fall.

Oh my sister, oh Dear Shikha For why have you blasphemed? For why have you lied to Father Lih'Ka-Teuh? Is it jealousy that you dream?

Dear Shikha's kin T'in'Ah-en-Tuei Lied for his sister; to no avail But the Father was too sharp for his tricks And upon him, he sent the deadly Ha'Ael.

Soon, the Tymains had no sooner left Their paradise that they once dreamed For all of it now; for all that it is Is forever a battle of Gods between.

But had they not left their Home They would not have had to die For under the oppressive eye of the world The Tymains lost their lives.

Dear Shikha, seeing what she had done Implored her kin to stop fighting But still, her lies; ever so deep Had not moved Lih'Ka-Teuh so blighting.

And Dear Shikha died with her Avalon; Her Val-Tymia once great For had she not schemed, it would have been saved But to the Father, it was all too late.