Hear, oh savage lands and foregrounds 'neath every man's feet as I challenge you with this: I, and all I bring, am the night and the senses she carries. Will you not reap your sewn rows and will you not gather together the fruits of your weary labor? For lo! Standing before you this night I beckon, reasoning with charactor alone...
Burning embers in fire dwell,
As thieves pass in covers of night.
Leaving hero's souls to tell,
Tales in themes of wrong and right.
Vladd sits high in tower above,
Concrete in mind; unwilling to talk.
As gallows swing the lover's love,
A cantor sings a weary Comstock.
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