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The City of Shade
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Above the land in lofty cloud
Hung like jewels the cities proud.
Great magics bent by force of will
Held fast proud floating Netheril.

On isle of sky, by wizards made,
The city known by all as Shade,
Lord Shadow ruled with golden reins
Heart filled with dreams of other planes.

High in his realm above the ground,
Through weaving 'chantments strange, he found
In shadow realms his power grew stronger:
Each time he drew through more, stayed longer.

At last, his power swelled so great
That by some mystic chance of fate
Across the rift his city rumbled
A single day 'fore Netheril tumbled.

Upon that day, all magic stopped
From lofty heights, great cities dropped.
Shattering into barren sand,
They made a desert of the land.

Spared by the weavings of its Lord,
Shade through dark planes in safety toured.
With grief it shook at its returning
To find its empire dead and burning.

Lord Shadow, full of venom, he!
Pledged vengeance on his enemy
And swore in pain he'd end the breath
Of all he thought had caused such death.

A thousand years in shadow plotting,
With anger deep and dark thoughts rotting,
The shadows drew him to their kind
Till he returned, revenge to find.

Now enemies of Shade, beware!
For there are shadows everywhere.
Let each dark moonless night remind you:
The Shadovar will one day find you.


~Mairenni Galubavich