Let your Desire unfold,
Take what's in reach,
Let Avarice consume you,
Have all you seek,

Corruption offers such promise,
Not sick, devouring Light,
Such treasures in Shadow,
And all-consuming Might,

So whisper in my ear,
I'll guide you on your way,
Into the Spiral,
We'll frolic and play,

Breaking and broken,
And having oh so much fun,
Let go of your Fear,
For here you'll find none.

Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 5th of Severin, in the year 8 AC.