Fall leaves, fall...Die flowers away...lengthen night...And shorten day...Every leaf...Speaks bliss to me...Fluttering from...The autumn tree...We shall smite...The wreaths of smow...Blossom where...The rose should grow...We will sing...At nights decay...Ushers from the darkest days.-Chant of krosis _
Sorrow has had many forms through the start of time, many think it to be a sign of their god or gods, others think it to be nothing more than fate, in truth both are wrong.
Sorrow is illness caused by the pain from or for the things or people we care for, be it a ring or a friend it is always there in the deepest corners of our hearts and minds.
In many religions each with a different tale, it all the same.
Sorrow is a feeling deep destress caused by, loss, dissapointment or other misfortunes caused be others or ones self.
There is a cure for sorrow, cannot be recived be others.