Night encompasses Day, as Day encompasses the night
Where am I? A floating thing, a bird without wings
Neither dead nor alive, light bathes me,
and as a executioner, swift, remorseless, it strikes me
My heart echoes my oustracization in a scream of pain
What had I done, what had I become?
My blood flew through my veins, fury erupting, my entire world
combusting
I was not Light, I was not Day
I was the blaze, I was the rage
My blade I drew, and vengeance, I knew, soon would be served
To those I had been called comrade.
To those who looked up and knew no evil in me
they scream
I feel the Night engulf me
I am cloaked in Darkness
I move swift
I am now no longer Hunted or Pursued.....
I am the fury of Death.....the Blade of Night.......
but my soul finds no peace....
and I feel the Night beginning to bathe me........
and my soul, as a bird plummetting from the sky from a hunter's arrow, I
fall......
fall.......
from the Grace I once knew.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Scarlatan, in the year 296 AF.