night blooming forsaken timeless feelings of movement hit
flower blossoming as the shards of its awakening tell
of movement of forsaken of blooming night

if you hold pain and wish to hold the memory forever, come with us
hold the blade to defend your memories, to defend them from time.
For what greater honor is there than to honor your dead. To honor your
past.

Yet time is movement. Night and day, each to it's honor, there is no
evil in night, and none in day. That's how it was mean't to stay. Yet
mortals have made a distinction that night is evil, and day is good.
Just let me warn you simply. Not all who wear wings are good, and not
all who are walk the night are bad. Each side has their villans and
heros, each side has it's honor. There is no good or bad.

night blooming forsaken timeless feelings of movement hit
flower blossoming as the shards of its awakening tell
of movement of forsaken of blooming night.
of movement of truth of blooming night.
Could I whisper to you of blooming night?

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Chakros, in the year 261 MA.