Lady of Knowledge, Wisdom, Truth,
Enlightenment, I bow to you.
Such honour, that One of Divine will
Should answer my dark, humble quill.

Yet still I must humbly maintain:
Mortals of 'Good' both wax and wane
In their weak beliefs as they kneel
In unacknowledged, rank dung hills.

I walk solo, yet not alone,
My resolve tested, tried and shown.
Through personal hardship I press on,
In service to Lord Apollyon.

No less am I in dedication
To Lord Shaitan, God of my nation,
And thus those on my side of the line
Oppress, subdue, enslave, confine

Those of the weaker lands abroad.
We bring the strength of scythe and sword
To Sapience, e'en though she'd lie
Indolently, time strolling by.

My blackened heart beats firm and cool.
Never will it lie with the Jewel.
In service, I'll sin beyond mention;
Truly, I am beyond redemption.

Lady Lorielan, the Good
Do not behave as 'Light' folks would.
They judge, yet do not know my name.
These fools should hang their heads in shame.

FIN


Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Valnuary, in the year 400 AF.