#he was corrupted by villainy and twisted into something worse than dead

[nameless-poet]

Cat's Curse

Listen now, hear him sing through me Locksmith, artist, singer, harpist , thief Quick witted, musical, all he met fell under his spell. Art and song and beauty in all he touched; Wit and pleasure for all those he loved; Courage to friend and terror to foe; How we wish you’d stayed: Zethara Shadowscroll.

But still sailed downriver and found there A book and too soon he was ensnared. Left us — left all, torn yellow and asunder. He broke dreams and sung nightmares into existence, He hoped to shatter all resistance. With Death in his eyes, he looked death in the eye, And dead he is, and so he’ll stay.

Shadowscroll, what happened or your symphonies? All that remains is only sorrow, only fear.