An Elegy for a Land Excised

I cry for the land lost to the horizon

Where chapels burned bright with learning

A land punished for the sole crime

Of opposition to a force returning

For the mother took no pity

On the king who was bright

For brighter still was his student

Who wrought the world with blight

For the exiled prince from kingdom afar

Had flowers inside of his skin

Truly he was never meant to ascend

The schools were extinguished, the sunlight dimmed

As our king chased his pupil to the stars

And in his absence we wept for all we had lost

In the great land under the spider's scar