The Stones of Averogne

The stones of prison walls are laid
To chill you to the bone;
But, none will chill you deeper than
The stones of Averogne.

“Abandon hope who enter here”
This in the stones is wrought.
Imbued unto the mountainside,
The lesson to be taught.

T’is in the deepest dark of night
The malice’s enact.
The stones seem to lay witness, too,
With no way to react.

This radiance of agony,
The stones it does pervade.
Forever on in time it goes,
This grizzly, grim charade.

Millennia of sufferings
Have etched their marks so deep.
Each tear, each sigh remembered here,
You almost feel them weep.

This silent sobbing of the stones,
This lament for the dead.
The despair born of endless pain,
And morrows filled with dread.

If unto Averogne you’re sent,
The stones will see you nigh.
They’ll gaze upon your misery,
And hear your every cry.

Farewell, my friend, and heed my tale,
My warning should be known:
The corner blocks of hell itself
Are stones from Averogne.

Found scrawled on a cell wall in Averogne Prison,
Author Unknown