"From the Light forsaken
His schemes he prepares in Dark
Fuil Myr, he who's name has shaken
And driven afar of all spark

Essence of all Dark, Essence of no despair
For only thou's intentions are of Control
Magic shows only feelings to share
By those unwilling to play their role

But with gift comes torment
Of no mass nor size
Beyond all that is Element
Lies a big curtain of lies

There, in the shadows, awaits
All that is big, all that is mere
There, in the shadows, awaits
All there is to know, all there is to fear

Deep in the shadows
One is not to venture alone
For he knows not what lies in the hollows
For he might not ever see morn"
                                              - An old stranger, Oath by the heron, Book 2

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