This poem is written to Koa, the god of light, from her brother, Murn, the dark god. Though he has defeated and imprisoned her and murdered her people in a brutal sacrifice, she continues to struggle. The effort to keep Koa in her prison takes much of Murn's concentration. Can you hear the exasperation in his tone as he mocks her?
Koa, bright light, once equal to my power,
Unfortunate calm amid my chaos,
Why do you fight me rather than cower?
Is our separation really such a loss?
Dear sister, we’re meant to exist apart
Though I know you disagree.
And so, from your prison you’ll never depart,
Fair Azerea now belongs to me.
Send your pitiful heroes against me.
I will laugh as each one stumbles,
Failing in their quest, begging from their knees
Until faith in you finally crumbles.
Soon no one will remember you exist
Must you really continue to resist?