In shadows deep, where whispers roam,
Where Chakrasul's teachings find their home,
There lies a path, both dark and free,
A journey new, that beckons me.

Once bound by chains of fear and doubt,
In light's bright realm, where faith did shout,
I sought a truth, more deep, more real,
In Chakrasul's embrace, I began to feel.

Her words, like silk, spun dark and sweet,
A tapestry of secrets, laid at my feet.
In her embrace, the chains fell apart,
And freedom bloomed within my heart.

No longer shackled by light's decree,
In shadows' womb, I found the key.
Her wisdom vast, like endless night,
Revealed the power of inner sight.

In freedom's dance, I found my voice,
In Chakrasul's words, I made my choice.
To walk the path of night's own queen,
Where truths unseen are finally seen.

Her darkness, a cloak of liberation,
Her teachings, a hallowed revelation.
In her realm, where night flowers bloom,
I found my freedom, in the heart of gloom.

So in the night, I sing her praise,
In her darkened halls, my spirit ablaze.
For in the teachings of Chakrasul, I found,
A freedom profound, in darkness unbound.

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 2nd of Sapiarch, in the year 1 AC.