The Bleaker’s Anguish
A moving ballad and origin story of one of Sigil’s Bleak Cabal.
Audible glamer by Jon Winter-Holt. Poem by Phill Howard.
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The Bleaker’s Anguish
And I reached into the void
That was my chest
And I plucked out
The shrivelled black organ
That had been my heart
And I watched it dissolve
With hollow eyes
Into black ash
That was carried off by the wind.
I looked for meaning
But it destroyed me
And now I am empty.
And I am content
For without meaning
I have found
The real truth
The real strength
It was me.
