Strange the Dreamer, sweet though he may be,
Gods curse their spawn, as they cannot see.
Sarai and Lazlo, dancing, not fighting
Even as Drave the explosive is lighting
Thyon, the thief, the golden godson,
Weeps as his life-work is simply undone
Eril, the slayer,
Weeps like Minya, betrayer
Sparrow and Ruby, sisters in dance
Fall out of sync, for Feral, a chance
"Your name is Weep," they christened this city,
Never imagining the destruction their ditty
Would bring.