Now listen very closely to the things that I will say
For the sky is sort of silky, smooth; a silent loving grey,
The perfect time for telling all the tales I have inside,
So listen very closely and my words will be your guide:
The times have changed, the light has dawned; a sick and sorry sight,
The Darkness came and all is born again to follow Plight.
Thinking only hinders that which lurks inside your mind,
And in looking you will perish with each poisoned fact you find.
Heed the tales of times of old, of castles and their kin
For you may find you need them when your fate comes setting in.
The Darkness is your Fellow and your Demon in the Light
And Its essence will redeem you when your battle is set right.
Wield your sword, your might, your flame and keep it at your side
For those who question rulers soon fall victim to the tide.
Wield your tongue, your truth, your will and keep it in your heart
For those who question Angels soon fall victim to The Art;
The Art of man, The Art of beast, The Art of those who live,
A simple set of pristine rules no breathless thing can give.
Keep true to this while Beasts of Hell seek refuge in your Light,
And never let them leave the Dark of Hatred, Death, and Plight.
Now leave me, sinner, hero, child of grey sky's dawning breath,
And seek me not, ye bringing all your Demons and your Death.
You have within a heart of gold that Demons crave in Hell,
So listen very closely to the things that they will tell.
