Shadows writhe beneath the surface,
Coiling just underneath the skin,
Whispers of Ohlsana beckon,
Tempting us to greatest sins.

Lose not your Control,
For you shall quick succumb,
Fallen to the darkest pit,
Embraced in Her wicked bosom.

Where whispers will encroach,
Ensnare a weakened mind,
Consume your soul and eat your thoughts,
And She'll puppet you in time.

So rely on your Urlanti,
Your guard, your guide, your knife,
For if you do fall to Shadow,
You'll surely forfeit your life.


Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 16th of Haernos, in the year 5 AC.