Into the forests of the night,
I run to escape the light.
It burns my eyes,
it is too bright.

Civil beings are none too clean.
To shed blood, they are so keen.
And when you run
you can still be seen.

When the fire claims your soul,
you know life has taken its toll.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Ero, in the year 289 AF.