One claims to follow the light
The other dwells within the darkness
Two paths in different directions they see

Two brothers born from one design
One blinded by day the other by night
Both lost within their own chosen destiny

Further down these paths they roam
Memories they lost of their beginnings
The price they pay for their own beliefs

Black and white is all they see
They have lost sight of the gray
Only light and dark fill their memories

Leave these paths of the singular mind
Regain your visions of all possibilities
Step from the shadows and look away from the light

Just one step to either side
Only one detour from your journey
Upon the doorstep of home you would be

Come back home to the crossroads of all
Feel the sounds of eternity
Taste the sights again and hear the colors of ecstasy

Leave your path of mental decay
Open your mind and come back home
To the crossroads within the misty gray


Mordyval

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Scarlatan, in the year 229 AF.