Whilst the mist hung low in the night's
Cold grip, a stutter of voices could be heard upon the wind.
Deathly silence wrung the black-stained sky,
Trespasses along the shadowy walls.
Writhing in agony, the abyss howled and groaned
As if waiting for unsuspecting prey.
Slowly, the sun's fingers swept through,
In triumph again, diminishing all the Nocturnal evil.
It shall rise again, when the pregant moon is full
And bring forth its darkened pleasures
In the void, vice and cruel.
Role-playing room planet: Morexiana
