Crimson rain falls from the sky
As Mhaldorian dragons shadow by
The tourtured screams of the damned
Slaughtered in sleep like little lambs
When darkness nears will you cower?
Quivering in fear of that sacred hour?
Breaths are held as all grows quiet
To dissuade those with a deadly diet
Bloodstained roads paved in sin
Where true enlightenment begins

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Daedalan, in the year 583 AF.