In dark depths, where sorrow flows,  
the gods endure a grief that grows.  
their eyes - once bright, now drown in pain,  
beneath the weight of loss's reign.  

With arms that hug endless woe,  
they mourn the world they used to know.  
through tangled locks, their tears descend,  
a silent cry that will not end.  

In the shadows, their hearts are torn,  
for every soul forever mourned.  
oh, mighty ones, in grief confined,  
their anguished souls with time intertwined.

bleh, just a dude with anxious attachment 😂💗

tbh, I have no interest in writing. this one I did was just impulse after I saw that picture on twitter. it sparked something I guess