Weeper
Frustrated created this little poem about about cloaked weepers in the Dimension of Death in King’s Quest 8.
KING’S QUEST 8’S
“WEEPER”
BY FRUSTRATED
The poor beast
Thinks he
As he sees it drift slowly by
And can’t help but pity
Even as life be drained
From his very body
By this bodiless spirit
This wandering soul
Your life, once so precious
Not unlike my own
He thinks
And wants to free the lord
Wants to free the spirits
Everywhere he goes
Even in the land of death itself
He cares for those imprisoned
And his only hope is
To free a sacred heart that could once beat
Not unlike his own