He who has come back out of the nethermost chambers of night, haggard & knowing - he comes for us, we are weak, we are dying - if only Death could visit us - a mercy for which I dearly pray.
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September 2nd 1190, the year of our Lord.
I pray through the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ; guard me in these hours when no power of the will, or drug of man, can keep me from the chasm of sleep. I long to rest, but this place- this horrid place- this forest of the damned- this forsaken land of nod- it haunts my waking hours and consumes those who fall unto Nyx's sweet embrace. Fool that I was- fools we all were- to plunge with such unsanctioned phrensy into mysteries no man was meant to penetrate-
I hear them, the wind has ceased, he who has come back out of the nethermost chambers of night, haggard and knowing- he comes for us, we are weak, we are dying- if only Death could visit us- a mercy for which I dearly pray- but with him peace rests nevermore and death is but a fool's dream. I wish for it so- dear God, why will you not grant us Death-
Beneath the umbrage of the forest, the innocent sleep dreams disquieted by my presence. The teeth amidst the darkness, I am the wolf.
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“Beneath the umbrage of the forest, the innocent sleep dreams disquieted by my presence. The teeth amidst the darkness, I am the wolf- and like a dear amidst green pastures, subconscious instinct alert them to a unseen predator, an unending hunger which stalks their every breath. In their ignorance, the deer tell their young that I am but a shadow, the musings of an overactive imagination- but rest dear children, rest and dream your petulant dreams. The moon yet rises in the east and soon, quite soon, the gift of forever will be bestowed upon you this night.” ~Excerpt taken from a piece of bloody... parchment...