Though found yourself peace in the darkest place
Pity may it be there is no light for you to see how bright
Though it may scorch your pain away, and darkness blinds you to say
That either or path you take, it is your choice to make
Yet I urge you to face this wound, do not let it bleed so soon
Close with the gentle hands, of night or day, let it have its way
Yet to hide, and bide such time away from what you wish
Since you do such as this... It will come to you...
Slowly your soul will be consumed
And it will be the end, of Linkukun.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Valnuary, in the year 464 AF.