Arcana Lionbattler was a warrior poet who traveled the road between The Deadly Imp Alehouse and the The Vulgar Emperess' Hall, two run-down inns on the edge of the borderlands. She would sing for her supper, and The Spirit of Intense Sorrow was one of her most-requested songs.

The Spirit of Intense Sorrow

I magnify as if in a decadent depth and the tryst to its sweetness and among the beds the parenthetical one, the child covered by serendipitous law? A snow of maps like vigils ignoring among candles? The fire dashing granules are abducted. The celestial love cracked tenacious whispers and whirlwinds of aberrations, Did they imprison it with rambunctious books? Exciting the miracle of her magnolia full of tiredness, I could preserve womb, wasteland, and lonely road from doves and roses with a black guitar. With pigeon holes! In my hips of a blood-colored the astronaut that imbues leaves and you promise like a fragrance of strawberries.