Shadowborn

My home calls darkness
into being
not as masters,
but as mirrors they showed me
the rot beneath crowns.

A humming void, the Shadows called,
like secrets long forgotten,
the trembling pulse of evil.

Not for mercy
I learned to listen first,
claimed the Shadows as my right,
and I pledged my sight.

Born in the hush
that only snakes hear,
I watched venom rest
in the waiting gloom.

I embrace the night
in the hush of a womb,
the night does not blind me.

It dared mark my name
and claimed me.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Sarapin, in the year 992 AF.