Whisper in the night.
Preaching with a pure voice,
Only one will hear.
A brick wall muffles the noise.
However, there are portals.
Hidden in the fog is a vampire.
Drinking life's blood, and never leaving the dark sanctuary.

But stars twinkle,
Thus light must escape this domain.
How, belongs to philosophers.

But the book may never be read because of its cover.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Valnuary, in the year 286 AF.