Darkened midnight skies
Stars of purity show through the dead mist of night
One approaches
Life tangled in his hands
Eye of knowledge, he walks nearer
Closer to the gods than any man alive
Guided by the voices on wings
A blackened figure covered by fog
Protected by the veil of earth
An enigma trapped in a shadow
He smiles, tainted by death
Seeking redemption upon those who created him
... This hideous corpse
Knowing all, he laughs
A piteous, evil sound emits from blackened
lips
Causing the flight of ravens
And frenzy among wolves

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Glacian, in the year 332 AF.