When the black velvet drapes the sky,
All pretense is cast aside, for so clearly seen
Are the souls of those awake this night
The times has come for things to unravel
For those that think they're safe speak freely
And those that don't just whisper softly.

Whisper to me, sweet darkness
Tell me all your secrets, I listen
I know that so many confide, safely,
Believing you are a special friend, or foe
For the darkness scares, or embraces
For me, so open, I do not know.

I seek the secrets of the ages, though
The tales of senators and the repressed
I seek to sing the secrets of the ages
The song of tyrants and peasants
Of hushed encounters and plots planned
Scandal and intrigue, they demand
To be told, of innocence and dreams lost
To the aspirations of the Seraphic

My eyes are made to see you through
My ears to hear the slightest sound
My feet to walk as you, silently creeping
My dirk always envenomed, danger
My elixirs at ready, never unaware
My quill prepared, a journal to write.

I have a reputation for always being the one to laugh
I have a temper much reputed, for its short fuse
There are the ones that have made me mad, to suffer
Residing within the safety of their snow washed Halls,
Blackened Hearts make for deafened ears
Against the cries that resound within their very gates
I would never take a life, for Death is not my way
But to see the pretentions of benevolence suffer, delight.

So whisper to me, sweet darkness
Tell me who is friend or foe, I need to know
And those that are foes, let their words alight
And come to me upon your blessed breeze
So that I may take, remember, and break
And laugh as I watch them to truth bow.

Laugh with me, beautiful blackness
Then let my friends words flow, music
Their secrets their own, but I wish to help
For those that are true, dreams to come true
And when the plans are made, away I pad
Goodbye, Darkness! Herald in the Revealing Light!

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Miraman, in the year 402 AF.