In front of the smoldering ruins of the manior a tall figure draped in robes of black and grey apears from the smoke..
"Hear me and let the words be spoken
On the last day of the month of screaming pumpkins the house of shadow and fog shall be torn asunder by flame and by blade
Far shall the mighty fall to ignorance and malice shall walk the blood stained streets and the great hunger of the enternal flame shall feed on the knowledge of old yet no secrets shall be learned
The shadow of fire shall take over the moon and lo it shall be blind to the theater of the night and the sun shall weep red tears as it awkens once more
And like fog before the rays of the morning sun the brothers of darkness shall scatter to far corners and the keepers of the secrets wept to the sky
But lo from the ashes they shall arise like a great dark phoenix and with scroll and pen and sword and spell the house of shadow and fog shall be once more
So sayeth the word of the scrolls...."
In a puff of smoke and ash be is once more gone.....
A prophet in the dark...
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A prophet in the dark...
"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings."
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