Que'Tah, oh Que'Tah, once bathed in silver light
Your lunar reign a beacon, shining ever bright
Across the velvet canvas, of night's star-studded sweep
You guided lost souls homeward, while the world lay fast asleep
But shadows crept and darkness fell, your throne cast down in shame
A fallen god, a broken crown, forgotten is your name
Yet whispers rise on moonlit breeze, of ancient power untold
Of Que'Tah's grace, and promises, in legends yet unfold
The tides no longer heed your call, the wolves forget your song
The moonbeams dance without your sway, where did you go wrong?
What cosmic force, what cruel design, could steal your light away
And leave you banished, lost, alone, in endless disarray?
But whispers rise on moonlit breeze, of ancient power untold
Of Que'Tah's grace, and promises, in legends yet unfold
Though fallen now, your essence lingers, in every moonlit tear
A silent promise, whispered hope, dispelling doubt and fear
For even in the deepest night, a spark of you remains
Awaiting the return of light, to break these earthly chains
And whispers rise on moonlit breeze, of ancient power untold
Of Que'Tah's grace, and promises, in legends yet unfold
Que'Tah, oh Que'Tah, though fallen from your grace
Your memory lives on, in this sacred, moonlit space
One day perhaps, your light will rise, and bathe the world anew
Que'Tah, oh Que'Tah, we still believe in you.