Morbid Quag - Svartby

Far, far

Dark might has spread

Claimed the ancient forests

Weak, small

Razed hamlets

Left in desolation

What’s beyond

The city walls

Ain’t an easy target

Morbid scab

Of townsfolk

Reeks with human stench

Marshland

Spread around the walls

Witches

Bane the creatures of the swamp

Swamp

Toads, sludge

Willows, moss

Sweet and wet smell of rot

Go for it

Accept the swamp

Quag’s your next-door pal now

Green, yellow

Glaring eyes

Staring through mire fog

Muffled songs

Of slime and ooze

Slurped and whispered from the bog

Twisted

Gene pools

Molding flesh and herb

Raising

Dead bodies

From the grounds of glory

Mutated

Monsters creep

Greet new snouts and faces

Quaggy grounds

Instead of fields

Not a playground anymore