Men en' Nwalma: The Path of Sorrow

~ We are burning; it burns us...
My love, my love: why must I endure...
Pity is for the weak; mercy is no more than an illusion...
It burns so badly...
I curse heaven; I spit on your gods...
Luciana; why must our love be severed...
I can feel my teeth sink into his flesh....
Why must it burn us so deep...
If charity and love move mountains; where are your angels now? ~

"Enough..."

*and with that word his mind fell silent once again.... In the stillness he gazed around at the rock and ashes which were the ground of this land; a worn path in the lowest levels of hell that most had forgotten; a place of such ancient evil, many demons would not even consider passing the garden to take this road; only the most cursed would... This was their home; this was their madness... Men En' Nwalma... The road of sorrow....