Oizys, the goddess of misery and woe,
With a heart heavy and a soul full of woe,
She walks in darkness through the night,
Bringing sorrow, with her sight.
She whispers softly in our ear,
As we cry, our pain becomes clear,
And in her arms we're deeply held,
As she weeps, with the stories we tell.
Her powers reach far and wide,
From mortal men to gods on high,
In every land and every tongue,
Oizys' sorrowful songs are sung.
She can take us to the depths of despair,
To a land of grief and loss so unfair,
With her, our minds can feel and cry,
As we mourn and say our final goodbye.
Oizys, the goddess of misery and pain,
With her compassionate heart and comforting rain,
She takes us on a journey rare,
To a land of emotions beyond compare.
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